“Alright, spill it.”

“Spill what?”

“Your story.  Your news.  Your plan.  What’s going on with you these days?  And I’ll have the non-cryptic version, please.”

That’s all it took.  I think they got more than they bargained for, but it felt so good to just sit and pour out hearts together.  We shared all the places we could see the fingerprints of God in our worlds right now and the things that our hearts had been through lately.  The non-cryptic version slowly but surely got chipped away at as questions got asked and I found a way to answer almost all of them.

“I’m not going to pressure you to share more than you think you want to, because I don’t think our friendship is there yet.”

We laughed because I knew what they meant by that.  They do know me well enough though to know that its’ a big deal I shared as much as I did.

“I’m praying someone you don’t filter yourself for, someone you’re not afraid to get really honest with, someone who’s earned the right to do it– will force themselves into your heart and soon.  You know, while you’re still excited to share what’s going on.  It’s like you need to practice.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.  I’m like an onion.  You do kinda have to peel each layer back.”

“Or come at you with a knife.”

“The Blindside.”

“Well done, Grasshopper.  Well done.”