I enjoyed a conversation today. That’s a profound sentence. I don’t have many full-out conversations with people…or at least the in-depth, soul sharing kind of moments (outside of my relationship with my dear husband). This wasn’t a chat. It wasn’t a shoot-the-breeze kind of talk. This was a conversation.

Over chicken salad sandwiches (one of the best kinds), we conversed about friendship, true and deep friendship. Sure, it started out light and easy. But, as conversations with this one usually do, it got real and deep. She’s amazing, this one. I adore her unashamed love for Jesus. She inspires me at the marrow to be better than I am, truer than I am. I love that about her. She adores her husband and speaks kindly to and about him. It’s hard to find a woman who does that these days. I am deeply grateful for who she is and what she means to me.

And that brings me to our conversation – about phases in life. I’m sneaking up on this crossroads in my life. Maybe it’s my age (33) or maybe it’s because I’ve experienced some pretty emotional stuff lately. But I need to mature in my faith and I’m not seeing that in my friends. If they’re thinking it, they sure aren’t sharing it. My friends all along aren’t so much there any more. I feel like I’m growing out of me, like I’m not so content with the person I’ve been. Pretty sure that’s a God thing.

It’s time to grow up. TIme to dig in and stop being so scattered, so flighty, so casual in life. TIme to stop being complacent. Time to start living like there’s something at stake. My heart’s cry is that I figure out how to do that. I guess I’m going through a phase.