I was at lunch today with a new friend. (Insert Sounds of Cheering!) After devouring plates of quesadillas and enchiladas and finishing off a bowl of chips dipped in salsa, we started talking about Jesus. Both of us have been involved in ministry in the Catholic Church for years. She has given countless hours serving teens, my time spent around tables with women. Over the years, we have noticed some changes.

If you have been seated near me at the table, you know I love talking about all things faith. I might struggle with small talk about sports, the weather, or traffic, but bring up Jesus and my mind fires on all cylinders. Hours pass like minutes when someone shares their thoughts on faith with me. I love hearing anyone’s faith story, learning more about how God catches someone’s heart and discovering just how easy it is for our faith to slip away when life gets busy.

As we talked, I began to think about what happens to a woman as busy crowds her calendar and worry settles in to stay. I started to share some things with her that have been running through my mind, but have not yet made it onto paper.