Wednesday, November 21, 2012
A Man Without Minutes
Of course, I was having this conversation with the Lord at my desk at work and the "getting my hopes up once again just to have them come crashing down hard" was sort of spilling out with tears of frustration. A girl I work with caught me crying at my desk and asked me what was wrong.
"Nothing" I said, quickly trying to erase the evidence with a kleenix.
"Liar! tell me!" she said as she stood at my desk.
I told her about talking to this guy and how I thought it was a great conversation and I liked him for a while before he called me and now he was blowing me off and that it actually hurt and how if he hadn't called me in the first place I would have been fine. "I mean - I thought we had this great conversation. It was four hours! He ran out of minutes twice."
"see Linda," she said, "There is your problem. There are plenty of men out there - good men - who never run out of minutes."
I laughed. It was so what I needed to hear at that moment. She gave me a hug and went on her way. A man without minutes - yes that is what I need!
Lots of love my friends!