When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Say it with me: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Again: When you stop talking your heart starts walking.

Monday night — we were both pretty frustrated with each other. The kind of frustration that leads to silence. That uncomfortable silence. You know.

Tuesday — by lunch he’d made me smile. And oh man did he have to work for it because he had VERY little eye-contact from me. Did I mention we work together? uh huh. So it was sorta there. Just lingering. And heavy.

We both knew we had a date last night. And oh man did we need to get past the weird silence.

Tuesday night — I start talking–just dive right in. I had to. It was my turn and it required more than that smile. It required words.

So I slowly told him. And then he told me. And in the hard-hard-hard-listening we were able to better understand the other. And better understand the massive misunderstanding between us. And better apologize.

And by the end of our date night, we were happy to be around each other. And the eye contact was easy.

But it didn’t come without hard work.

Talking. And listening. Without the bridges of talking and listening, our hearts would’ve just been walking away instead of towards each other. Communication. Can there be relationship without communication? Nope.

So y’all say it with me again: When you stop talking, your heart starts walking.

I’m asking myself a few questions today. Actually, just one question. But maybe it’s for you as well: Where/when/how have we passively allowed ourselves to walk, instead of doing the hard work of talking?

Six Signs of Friendship

1) they won’t let you leave: we only meant to stop by for a visit that Sunday evening – to see how they were doing as they adjusted to a new culture. and they insisted that we step inside their place for a bit. they hadn’t lived here long, only about a week. the walls were still bare. the cardboard casualties of a transatlantic move were piled to the side. two fussy and jet-lagged kids were late for bed. and their cozy kitchen table displayed the remains of a disastrous dinner. nevertheless, their welcome was warm – so warm that we couldn’t resist their invitation to stay for tea (yes – real British tea) and enjoyed such easy conversation that three hours passed without our noticing.

2) they feed you when you can’t feed yourself: we’d had a rough week – dealing with stuff that comes up in life sometimes… the kind of stuff that makes it hard to even think about peripheries such as, well, food. i’d updated my bible study friends about what we were going through, and the next morning i had an email from her asking when she could drop dinner off at our place. not if, but when. a few hours later she was there – arms full of enough homemade soup and bread and desserts to get us through two days. two days of not thinking about food. sweet relief.

3) they don’t think twice about inviting themselves over: she was the first one i told when we decided we’d be moving off campus. this was the hard conversation – because she lived two doors down from us and we’d been friends since the first semester. after listening to me ramble out a report about the house, rooms, bathrooms, alarm system, laundry room (praise Him!), kitchen, dishwasher (can i get an amen?!), stove, and distance from campus, she looked at me with a smile and said: “well, i’ll just have to pack up the kids and the laundry and come over for an afternoon!”

4) they make great sacrifices: she never says no to driving us to the airport – 45 minutes one way. and, most of the drive is a fight with traffic that makes southerners pull their hair out. i’ve forgotten how many times she’s made the trip. at least a half-dozen. she’d even help me make the drive when i was too chicken to go on my own. and that – that right there – when she doesn’t laugh at me and say i’m crazy, but she shrugs her shoulders and says “why not!?”

5) they want to talk to you: she’s a new friend who lives miles away. we don’t talk very often, but when we do it’s like sugar for my soul. to keep from losing touch, we make phone dates. we were rambling on about her schedule and my worries, when her voice dropped to a serious tone: “oh – here’s something i wanted to talk to you about…” i knew her well enough to know this “something” was important. she doesn’t have many to talk to about the heart stuff of her life, so she usually just doesn’t talk it out… but, for that night, she chose me. and she talked.

6) ___________________: fill-in-the-blankwhat would you add to this list?