She called today.
Someone emailed her. Someone who reads my blog. To tell her I might not be doing alright. And she might want to check on me.
We talked. For an hour or so. At first it didn't help. Then it did.
She knows me. She told me things I didn't want to hear. But I needed to hear them.
Something about her grounds me. Reminds me where I'm from. Who I am.
By the end of the conversation, I felt better. Stronger.
Knowing that someone cared enough to pick up the phone and call when they heard I was down.
As the conversation faded, we talked about having dinner one night this week.
Maybe we will. Maybe we won't.
Maybe we won't chat again for three months. Maybe it doesn't matter.
Maybe knowing she's there when I need her, really need her, is more than enough.
Maybe an unexpected phone call and a one-hour conversation with an old friend on a Sunday afternoon was exactly what I needed.
"Ain't it funny how you always find just what you need. Somebody must be prayin' for me..."