the NEW season
Wow, I haven't written a post in over two months.
I need to change that.
Lots going on in life. Since I wrote this, my pastor resigned, Cindy is not in my life, and my roommates are gone.
And I have a different job.
It's been a busy month.
The thing with Cindy ended like this: There was a dream, and in the dream there was a time for things to end. It was in the fall of this year. I had to see this thing through to the end. Something told me it was gonna be a period of seven sevens. I was thinking weeks when I annotated that passag of Scripture. It was 49 months.
Cindy turned 49 in late August. In September it was 49 months that had passed since we met. Cindy lives in Logan. On the last day of the 49th month, Cindy, myself, and the other person were in the WinCo foods store in Ogden on a Sunday afternoon after church. She saw me and hid from me. I didn't see her.
The Thursday after during a prayer meeting at church, I felt God telling me it was time to move forward. Shortly thereafter, Cindy told me I needed to let go of her and move on. I agreed with her this time. She never means this when she says it, by the way. And for the last four years, things would happen to bring her into my life again. But this time, things were different. We were moving forward, and apart if necessary.
I told her that it was time. The next day, I found this little plastic card laying on the ground at Smith's when I got out of my car. It said in pink and purple (her favorite colors): It's time to let me go.
I guess it was.
And then I told her no to a couple of things over the course of the last couple of months. God brought the things about that He said He would. I was expecting a different outcome, but He let Cindy make her own choice and she chose not me.
I asked God why. The best response was that He had to get me here. And He told me prior to this that in my new season, some people couldn't come with. I didn't realize the magnitude of that statement at the time, but every person close to me is in a new season as well.
My brother from another mother retired. Life is all brand new for him and his wife, who changed jobs as well.
My pastor, friend, and mentor resigned from being the pastor at our church. That was a hard thing, but he's in a new season as well. It was an abrupt change. I'm kind of excited to see what God has in store for him. Listening to him talk about his trip to India this morning made me want to go!
But that's not my thing right now.
The roommate situation took care of itself. Some of you know about what happened, but it's not for public consumption. I loved Wayne like a brother. But things happen that you wish wouldn't. That's all I can say about Wayne. He couldn't be in my movie anymore and I can't be in his. God moved us both on from each other's story in a way that makes that move permanent.
So that's how the stories ended.
New stories are starting.
I met someone.
OK, so I met her a long time ago. But she was in a place I couldn't be spiritually at the time. And then she met somebody and was in a relationship for a long time.
I frequent the place where she works, and we've been friends for a while now. And I stopped in one day and before I got out of the car, God told me she'd broken up with her boyfriend. And when I walked in, she told me that. It was months ago.
And I really thought from all that time ago, when we were both single, that she wasn't that interested in me. Turns out, though, that after going through what each of us has, we're in a different place, and with everything that has happened this week, I'm thinking it's gonna be OK if we date.
No pussycats have died. Nothing horribly bad has happened. The wheels haven't fallen off my life like they did when I was dating my NO!
It's kinda cool. And I'm excited to see where this part of the path for my life takes me.
I did ask God about Cindy and why, sometime before I decided I was ready to date. I've always realized it could end that way, by the way, but it was something I had to go through. The answer I got was a simple one, and a very complicated one:
I had to get you here.
A couple of conversations I had with two different people earlier in the week made me see what God may have saved me from. It was a similar story to my adventure with Cindy told by two different people from each perspective. That's one possibility.
The other possibility is that this might be what He saved me for. Maybe each of us had to go through this for reasons we will never understand and this is what God had planned all along. I'm not discounting that possibility either. I've prayed about it, and I just know that I'm where I am supposed to be.
And I'm going to take things slow. I'm in no hurry and neither is she. That's a great thing.
The last bit of advice God gave me is for me to just be the person He has taught me to be. I can do that.
With His help.
So anyway, that's the latest. Several stories now have endings. One is starting. And life is good.
And so is God. ALL the time.
I need to change that.
Lots going on in life. Since I wrote this, my pastor resigned, Cindy is not in my life, and my roommates are gone.
And I have a different job.
It's been a busy month.
The thing with Cindy ended like this: There was a dream, and in the dream there was a time for things to end. It was in the fall of this year. I had to see this thing through to the end. Something told me it was gonna be a period of seven sevens. I was thinking weeks when I annotated that passag of Scripture. It was 49 months.
Cindy turned 49 in late August. In September it was 49 months that had passed since we met. Cindy lives in Logan. On the last day of the 49th month, Cindy, myself, and the other person were in the WinCo foods store in Ogden on a Sunday afternoon after church. She saw me and hid from me. I didn't see her.
The Thursday after during a prayer meeting at church, I felt God telling me it was time to move forward. Shortly thereafter, Cindy told me I needed to let go of her and move on. I agreed with her this time. She never means this when she says it, by the way. And for the last four years, things would happen to bring her into my life again. But this time, things were different. We were moving forward, and apart if necessary.
I told her that it was time. The next day, I found this little plastic card laying on the ground at Smith's when I got out of my car. It said in pink and purple (her favorite colors): It's time to let me go.
I guess it was.
And then I told her no to a couple of things over the course of the last couple of months. God brought the things about that He said He would. I was expecting a different outcome, but He let Cindy make her own choice and she chose not me.
I asked God why. The best response was that He had to get me here. And He told me prior to this that in my new season, some people couldn't come with. I didn't realize the magnitude of that statement at the time, but every person close to me is in a new season as well.
My brother from another mother retired. Life is all brand new for him and his wife, who changed jobs as well.
My pastor, friend, and mentor resigned from being the pastor at our church. That was a hard thing, but he's in a new season as well. It was an abrupt change. I'm kind of excited to see what God has in store for him. Listening to him talk about his trip to India this morning made me want to go!
But that's not my thing right now.
The roommate situation took care of itself. Some of you know about what happened, but it's not for public consumption. I loved Wayne like a brother. But things happen that you wish wouldn't. That's all I can say about Wayne. He couldn't be in my movie anymore and I can't be in his. God moved us both on from each other's story in a way that makes that move permanent.
So that's how the stories ended.
New stories are starting.
I met someone.
OK, so I met her a long time ago. But she was in a place I couldn't be spiritually at the time. And then she met somebody and was in a relationship for a long time.
I frequent the place where she works, and we've been friends for a while now. And I stopped in one day and before I got out of the car, God told me she'd broken up with her boyfriend. And when I walked in, she told me that. It was months ago.
And I really thought from all that time ago, when we were both single, that she wasn't that interested in me. Turns out, though, that after going through what each of us has, we're in a different place, and with everything that has happened this week, I'm thinking it's gonna be OK if we date.
No pussycats have died. Nothing horribly bad has happened. The wheels haven't fallen off my life like they did when I was dating my NO!
It's kinda cool. And I'm excited to see where this part of the path for my life takes me.
I did ask God about Cindy and why, sometime before I decided I was ready to date. I've always realized it could end that way, by the way, but it was something I had to go through. The answer I got was a simple one, and a very complicated one:
I had to get you here.
A couple of conversations I had with two different people earlier in the week made me see what God may have saved me from. It was a similar story to my adventure with Cindy told by two different people from each perspective. That's one possibility.
The other possibility is that this might be what He saved me for. Maybe each of us had to go through this for reasons we will never understand and this is what God had planned all along. I'm not discounting that possibility either. I've prayed about it, and I just know that I'm where I am supposed to be.
And I'm going to take things slow. I'm in no hurry and neither is she. That's a great thing.
The last bit of advice God gave me is for me to just be the person He has taught me to be. I can do that.
With His help.
So anyway, that's the latest. Several stories now have endings. One is starting. And life is good.
And so is God. ALL the time.
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