I remember a few years back a friend of mine (you know who you are too!) explained to me that she was in a season of not talking on the phone alot, especially in the mornings when it was her core time with the kids. At that time in life, I only had one child who was probably less then 18 months old. I didn't quite understand what she was talking about, but like many other times in life with her, I trusted her and chalked it up to "I'll probably understand it more someday."
Well friend, I get it now. REALLY, get it.
I am having the worst time talking with just about anyone on the phone. Infact, sometimes I want to throw the phone out the window. I think its because I get so frustrated with wanting to have a legitimate real conversation and just not being able to attain that.
Phone calls subject me to more frustration with my children. I find that no matter how many times I prep them, beg them, teach them, discipline them or all but cry at them, the sacrifice to my children is just not worth the semi good conversation that I will be able to get.
Since I moved away from all of my serious conversationalist in life, phone dates became the optimal way of having real discussions. It's a good compromise.
Lately though, I haven't even done that. While I miss a really deep good conversation, a familiar friend, and the bearing of each others souls, this season I have been walking through lately seems to have me mostly by myself. I don't quite know how to explain it. And I can't excitedly tell you that God is talking a lot and I am listening intently.
I sure do miss a good conversation though. I'm sure it will be restored in His timing.
Until then....well, who knows. Just know I miss my phone dates.
Posted in: on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at at 1:57 PM