Second Tuesday...
The familiar text tone came yesterday. You texted. A reply to a Happy Birthday for Warren but you texted. The silent treatment was over. We texted about workouts and then it was done.
This morning I woke to a dark room, uneasy at best. The gloominess from the rain provided the darkness. The stillness. The motor of the fan gave a rhythm that was calming. I just needed to listen. I was tossing and turning and fighting the urges like most days. It was different. I sat up and asked "What God?" I needed to pray with you and for you. I needed to talk to you through Jesus. It was early so I laid there for another hour until I sent the text, asking you to call or come by. Delivered.... Now that wait. Your call came within minutes. You were pleasant. You were receptive when I asked if I could pray. You listened when I asked for forgiveness. You remained quiet while I prayed for your safety and for God to wrap you up in his arm. You didn't sigh when I said I was sorry my hurts became your hurts. At the end you gave an Amen and a Thank you. Conversation continued for a bit. Small talk about the week.
I didn't get upset when you said you would bring my Keurig back. I knew you didn't like it anyways. I am glad you broke down and got your own pot.
Addie is coming to see me tomorrow. She misses me. Wes may be coming too. I wanted to ask you so many other things but the silence is where I get answers. I do want to know if my pictures are still up. I do want to know what your background is on your phone. Only God knows those things. I don't want to become a memory to you. I'm glad your running again and spending time with your kids. Those are so important. Please just don't forget me. Don't let me go. I am right here waiting...
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