The phone rang on the other end of the line.
I waited for her to pick up the phone.
And when she finally did, my tears were on the verge of pouring down.
How long had it been since we last talked?
How long since we last hugged at church?
“I miss you, Rita!”, I said.
What a joy it was to hear her on the other side of the phone,
doing great on the other side of the world.
“I miss you too, Kat”, she said.
Joy and tears mixed together.
My heart raced and stopped. Raced and stopped.
“To love is to suffer. To journey through love is to journey through sadness”(Paul Miller)
This broken world full of paradoxes. Turns out you can’t be totally happy without this small aching in your heart.