Pick up that 200 pound phone and call her!
Recently, I was causally reading Anne Lamott’s new book, Help Thanks Wow—and the following words jumped off the page, confronting me. Here are those words:
“God must love to hear us calling our meth-head cousin just to check in because no one else in the family speaks to him.”
So, Ann says,” I picked up the two-hundred pound phone, dialed his number, and said, “How are you?”