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Woosh

There's no other word for it.

I just got off the phone with him. I texted him to let him know that now was a good time; 30 minutes later I shut my phone. My hands are shaking a little.

All I can say is...it went well. There'll be a second conversation. It's up to him to call me and initiate this - I leave it completely in his hands (for the moment). I need to see his promises in action. I was more blunt than usual describing things, and we retraced the miscommunication and are meeting on a clean slate.

I won't use the past against him; but forgiveness doesn't come as a package with trust. He knows that, too.

With humility inevitably comes growth. We were both humbled.

I hope he knows that.

Comments

Deb said…
Ohh! Here's hoping it goes well!

"With humility inevitably comes growth"--I like that, Heather. Words to live by.
Anonymous said…
good to here that
~nate
~heather said…
thanks Ashley, and it's very very relevent. Someone upstairs wants this to happen. He extended me a friend invitation through facebook and I very clearly remember pushing the "reject" button. It went through as an "accept invitation" though for some unexplainable reason. That's what really got this conversation with him started...

weird, eh?
Anonymous said…
Heath,
I'm glad things went well...I'm not quite sure who you're talking about, but know that I'm praying for you and this person. I miss you, girl. It's valentine's day, and around this time last year I sent you that mysterious disappearing package. IM me sometime at breakingfaith02.

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