"You know...never mind. I know you're busy. I can talk to you later."
"Hey, it's not a problem. I got him a snack and I've locked myself in the bathroom. What's up?"
"I was, uh, just calling to see how your day was going."
"Liar. It's the middle of the day and that means you had to sneak out to make this call and you wouldn't do that just to say 'hi'. Now out with it. Before the little rugrat finds me."
"It's just that...I hate my job."
"I am feeling more and more desperate for a change. I've exhausted every opportunity for advancement here and I feel like God wants me to move on, but...It's like I'm in the midst of some dance and I don't know the steps. A crazy combination of the limbo and the fox-trot."
"I'm sorry. This is such a rotten situation."
"I spend all day wondering -- Do I quit? Do I go back to school? Do I stick it out? My head is spinning."
"Hmmm...Do you remember that class we took with Madame Croix?"
"The dance class? Uhm, yeah. Isn't that where you tore your ACL?"
"Yes, but I also met Tom in that class, so it's had its redeeming qualities. Anyway, I remember her going on and on about how ballet dancers, when they are pirouetting, have a focal point so they don't lose balance."
"Didn't she call it spotting?"
"Right. Perhaps you need to do some spotting. Get your focus back on Jesus and let Him work out all this dizzying future stuff. Maybe write down Hebrews 12:2 and stick it somewhere you can see it often. Uh-oh. He found me."
"Yep. And he really enjoyed his graham cracker. Ugh."
"Thanks for hearing me out. I'll let you go. Call me later?"
"Thursday night. Same time?"
"Yep. Love you."
"Love you back. Come here, little boy."
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Linking up with Trifecta: 33-333 words inspired by the single word exhaust (to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely or to try out the whole number of <exhausted all the possibilities>.)
Linking up with Write at the Merge this week - inspired by the picture above.