The valley is calling. It was nearing 2 am and I heard my cell phone ding, a text message arrived.
I reached through the darkness for the phone.
“Are you awake?”
“Yes.” I answered.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The ding on my phone had wakened me, I forgot to turn off the sound when I went to bed.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Sorry, anything I can do?”
“Just thinking I should get out of here for a bit, the walls are closing in…” His words reminded me of my own feelings after losing my mom. The walls closed in. No where to turn. Death calling and yet… life awaited.
“I could pick you up.” He responded.
“I’ll be ready.” I got out of bed, dressed and wrote a note for the kids in case they woke up before I got back.
I exited the front door and walked to his SUV, parked just past my drive way.
“I Hop?” He asked as I slid into the passenger seat.
“Sounds yummy,” I agreed. “You okay?”
“I am now.”
Friendship. The yearnings of one heart to know another is there, listening. Waiting. Life continues. Life is transformed. Over coffee, life is inspired.
Out of the valley, we can see forever.