You may remember my goal this week to call, safely visit, or write to someone each day at 11:30. What you may not know is how hard it is for me to initiate a call. It’s one of the hardest things I ever do. Once we’re talking, I am fine, it’s just getting courage to interrupt someone’s day that’s hard.
Monday, I didn’t think, I just called, and that helped. My conversation with sweet Pat was long overdue and we talked as long as we wanted.
On Tuesday, my 11:30 communication was via email to someone and it needed to be full of details (not my favorite), but it’s what this friend asked me to do. I had missed my window of opportunity to make a phonecall, and moved on. Just before dinner, Anne called unexpectedly, and we ended up talking for a long time about deep things, not business. It’s like my morning laden with details was canceled.
Later, after a borrowed appliance kind of blew up in front of me, I sat at my window and watched the sunset and tried to calm down. Charlene chose this moment to stop by with her mask and a big bag of homemade cookies. We talked in the yard for a long time as the light faded from color to gray. The timing of this visit was angelic.
Today, at the allotted time, before I could pick up the phone, Gisela called me, and we talked for an hour about facing difficulties, the Supreme Court, misadventures in doctors’ offices, and some other things.
I have had more true conversations with friends in three days than I have in a long time. I have only had to dial the phone one time, and Heavenly Father delivered an army.
I have a plan for who I will call tomorrow. She’s a dear. They all are.