Thinking. Breathing. Thinking.

As I sit here in my American Indian Studies class, I can't help but recall my txting conversation with my best friend Mikey. She told me that we should take a fast from our friendship for the next three days. I know that sounds odd, but for us, it makes sense. We are so close; we talk throughout our day, everyday. She knows me better than any friend I have ever had. And that's saying something because before Christ I was a very secretive person. No one knew me well, I let people think that they did though.

The problem with us not talking for three days is that the first day I went through shock and now I'm going  through withdrawal. It's weird that this is happening to me. I know my friendship with her is due to God's power and love in both our lives, and I know our friendship is centered around God. But for me to go through withdrawal leads me to believe that, for a while, I have been spending more time with Mikey than I have with God. And Mikey goes to Spelman in ATL, I go to Cornell in NY state. So that is a problem.

God has been telling me since LAST SEMESTER that I need to talk to Him more than I do Mikey, but I ignored Him. I was like, "I'm good, don't worry God, we are still tight!" But we could be even closer, much closer. Now that Mikey started the fast of the friendship, I'm feeling hurt. Very hurt actually.

Thinking still.