Monday, November 15, 2010
In the midst of all my busy-ness, in the midst of my struggles to keep my nose above water, I am surrounded by people who love me. What do they get from me? I've got this pile of cards on my table that I keep meaning to sit down and get written up. It has not yet been done. I wake up in the night and think on them, and pray for them as I wait to fall back asleep. I don't bother to call then, because I know for a fact that even my bestest, bestest friend will not be glad to hear from me at that hour. It is a wonderful thing to know, though, that when things slow down, when I get a minute to catch my breath, these friends will be there still, and when I call, they will answer the phone and they will be glad that it's me. I am not loved as I deserve to be loved. I am loved better than that.