The (in)courage writers have been known to send dozens of emails back and forth to one another in the course of a day.
During one bantering session about some folks needing to get a form submitted (I’m an over-achiever and sent mine in first), Lysa and I exchanged these emails:
L: Oh, how I want to be like you when I grow up. You were first? Sigh… I hated being last to be picked on the kickball team and now dang if I’m not last again. Double sigh.
J: I was always picked last whenever it came to sports. I stink.
L: Have mercy… I got nothing. Oh wait, I can bowl a 120 with the side rails up! Whew, all is well again. Now, I have three piles I have to go search through to hopefully discover this document that is completely stressing me out. THREE PILES. Pray for me.
J: Um, you run Proverbs 31. And were on the NYT list. Pretty sure that’s something. 🙂
L: Oh yes! That’s why I have three piles. See, that’s what friends are for… we see our piles, they see the NYT list.
I so can relate to Lysa.
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