“And once you live a good story, you get a taste for a kind of meaning in life, and you can’t go back to being normal; you can’t go back to meaningless scenes stitched together by the forgettable thread of wasted time.”
― Donald Miller, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life
I was planning to spend some time on tonight’s slice, wanting to weave together several ideas, taking the time to settle in and let the words work and bump around, finally arranging into something I can hold on to…some new understandings about Story and why it matters.
Then my phone buzzed a text:
It’s from a friend of ours who is home on spring break. He is a freshman in college and spent one night a week at our house throughout his senior year last year.
We miss him.
It doesn’t matter that I was planning to write.
It doesn’t matter that I have emails to answer and school work to complete.
It doesn’t matter that I was hoping for an early shower and bedtime.
It doesn’t matter that I am exhausted.
Anytime is a good time for him to visit.
None of that other stuff really matters much.
I’m humbled that this college freshman makes time to visit us tonight when he has such limited time at home. I can’t wait to hear his stories. I can’t wait to see how he’s changed and how the very core of him is staying the same, becoming deeper and stronger.
He’s here! It’s the end of writing time.