So here is one for the single ladies, and fellas. I am not going to tell you that you will find love when you are least expecting it, I am not going to tell you to try harder, no those things aren't going to help you. But this might. "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalms 34:18" Oh I know some of you are not brokenhearted, you are perfectly happy in your singleness. But I do know for myself this "week of love and lovers" can crush your spirit. And this is my insight into that.
Here is a story about how AmyReneé found her peace. For years growing up I dreamed of that day I would fall in love. I think that day happened somewhere around 8, when i began reading novels. Yes I read novels at a young age, I read Little Women and identified with Jo, I too was tomboyish. I read the Little House books and dreamed of being in the frontier. I read the Anne of Green Gables books and wanted so much to have red hair and freckles. I fell in love with these awkward women characters who some how found love in their brokenness. I wanted nothing more than to find my Laurie, My Professor Bhaer, Manly (Almanzo), and the epitome of man Gilbert Blythe. I was very much a girl in her own head.
As I entered high school and the prospect of dating, I still had those same ideals. One of my favorite stories to tell on myself is about a guy, who we will refer to as "skunk boy" that is after all the code name my closest friends and i gave him in high school. This guy knew me, but had no idea who i was. But in my minds eye we were going to have the perfect relationship. I prayed about it at least a million times. He ended up dating 3 or 4 of my friends, and recently i saw him on facebook through a mutual friend I sent him a message and 15 years later the truth of the matter came crashing down. He didn't even remember who i was. Although my 30 year old heart cracked a little, remembering how i pined for him. It also realized a truth of that pining. You see I prayed so hard for this fella, and God told me to wait. I know now that God was protecting me from the heartbreaks of highschool, I never went on one single date all through highschool. I never had to deal with a boy pressuring my horomonally charged teenage body to do something i would regret, because I was praying for this boy. The boy with the red hair and green eyes.
After highschool, things didn't change much. I had grown to assume that guys just didn't really see me as that girl. My best friends and I hung out with a group of single guys and they all paired off into different pairs, almost rotating pairs and some how i didnt fit into that rotation. I had a few things i knew i wanted out of a guy and things i just didnt want. one of them was I didnt want to date a guy I worked with because i had already seen WAY too much workplace drama from people breaking up and then dating someone else in the same workplace pool.
So here we are age 20 and we are at my first date. Im not sure which is better the how we got there, the happening or the how we left it. For the intents of this post we will go with the begining. I had a small group of friends at work, and was by no means a social creature but had a few friends over once or twice to my place. They were guys who had girlfriends, and their girl friends came too. Some time after that one of the guys who i had always thought was adorable but never thought would notice me, asked me when we were going to go out on a date. This was common practice we joked all the time back and forth, Id ask him and hed say when his girlfriend was ok with it, and hed ask me and id say oh when you get rid of that pesky girlfriend. It was all in good fun to break the tension in those high stress restaurant days. Well on this particular day when he asked and i answered the typical "when you get rid of that pesky girlfriend" he retorted, "I got rid of her last week so when are we going out?" I stopped dead in my tracks and said the only thing i knew to say, "oh well i dont date boys i work with" Just an automatic response. he laughed and we carried on with our night. roughly 2 weeks later he asked me again and i laughed and said again i dont date boys i work with, to which he replied I know, and fridays my last day so are you free on Saturday. My jaw dropped, I couldnt believe it, I said back well i dont date guys who dont have jobs and he smiled and said, yea I know thats why I lined up a job before I put in my notice. I had no more, reasons to say no. So I said yes. There was the begining of the bar being raised. A boy quit his job to date me.
Here is a story about how AmyReneé found her peace. For years growing up I dreamed of that day I would fall in love. I think that day happened somewhere around 8, when i began reading novels. Yes I read novels at a young age, I read Little Women and identified with Jo, I too was tomboyish. I read the Little House books and dreamed of being in the frontier. I read the Anne of Green Gables books and wanted so much to have red hair and freckles. I fell in love with these awkward women characters who some how found love in their brokenness. I wanted nothing more than to find my Laurie, My Professor Bhaer, Manly (Almanzo), and the epitome of man Gilbert Blythe. I was very much a girl in her own head.
As I entered high school and the prospect of dating, I still had those same ideals. One of my favorite stories to tell on myself is about a guy, who we will refer to as "skunk boy" that is after all the code name my closest friends and i gave him in high school. This guy knew me, but had no idea who i was. But in my minds eye we were going to have the perfect relationship. I prayed about it at least a million times. He ended up dating 3 or 4 of my friends, and recently i saw him on facebook through a mutual friend I sent him a message and 15 years later the truth of the matter came crashing down. He didn't even remember who i was. Although my 30 year old heart cracked a little, remembering how i pined for him. It also realized a truth of that pining. You see I prayed so hard for this fella, and God told me to wait. I know now that God was protecting me from the heartbreaks of highschool, I never went on one single date all through highschool. I never had to deal with a boy pressuring my horomonally charged teenage body to do something i would regret, because I was praying for this boy. The boy with the red hair and green eyes.
After highschool, things didn't change much. I had grown to assume that guys just didn't really see me as that girl. My best friends and I hung out with a group of single guys and they all paired off into different pairs, almost rotating pairs and some how i didnt fit into that rotation. I had a few things i knew i wanted out of a guy and things i just didnt want. one of them was I didnt want to date a guy I worked with because i had already seen WAY too much workplace drama from people breaking up and then dating someone else in the same workplace pool.
So here we are age 20 and we are at my first date. Im not sure which is better the how we got there, the happening or the how we left it. For the intents of this post we will go with the begining. I had a small group of friends at work, and was by no means a social creature but had a few friends over once or twice to my place. They were guys who had girlfriends, and their girl friends came too. Some time after that one of the guys who i had always thought was adorable but never thought would notice me, asked me when we were going to go out on a date. This was common practice we joked all the time back and forth, Id ask him and hed say when his girlfriend was ok with it, and hed ask me and id say oh when you get rid of that pesky girlfriend. It was all in good fun to break the tension in those high stress restaurant days. Well on this particular day when he asked and i answered the typical "when you get rid of that pesky girlfriend" he retorted, "I got rid of her last week so when are we going out?" I stopped dead in my tracks and said the only thing i knew to say, "oh well i dont date boys i work with" Just an automatic response. he laughed and we carried on with our night. roughly 2 weeks later he asked me again and i laughed and said again i dont date boys i work with, to which he replied I know, and fridays my last day so are you free on Saturday. My jaw dropped, I couldnt believe it, I said back well i dont date guys who dont have jobs and he smiled and said, yea I know thats why I lined up a job before I put in my notice. I had no more, reasons to say no. So I said yes. There was the begining of the bar being raised. A boy quit his job to date me.
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