He had asked me out to coffee. This sounded so
familiar. First at the wedding. Then when Tom wanted to court me. Now
again with him.
My guard was up.
Sure, I had liked him for awhile. I had been aching
for this to happen.
But it was a little too good to be true.
A thousand questions flickered in my mind. We
wouldn’t like each other once we spent time together. I wouldn’t fall in love
with him. God wouldn’t give me a green light. I wouldn’t be able to get used to
spending time with a real life burping, farting guy. I’d fall too fast, too
hard, and I would come off possessive and drive him away.
Oh yes, my imagination was sinking the ship
before the ship even left the dock.
I shut my bedroom door and crawled into my
oversized rocking chair and began rocking.
“Lord God, this is what I’ve wanted, but I don’t
know if it’s going to work. I want to let myself relax and let things happen
naturally. But I’m afraid. Of lots of things.” I mentally went down my list of
fears. “Lord, what if all this is of me and not of You?”
A memory--"God the All” in the Puritan prayer book Valley of Vision. It had devastated me when I was with Tom—God’s will had
been contrary to my own. And now?
I had fresh faith in God. Battered faith. But one
that I couldn’t afford to let go of now that I had experienced the bitterness
and lostness that occurs when a person walks away.
“O God Whose will conquers all,” I prayed again
to the One who had brought me through Tom and I’s breakup and the breakup of //those other people whom I won't mention here//.
There
is no comfort in anything apart from enjoying thee
And
being engaged in thy service;
Thou
art All in all, and all enjoyments are what to me thou makes them, and no more.
I
am well pleased with thy will, whatever it is,
Or
should be in all respects,
And
if thou bidst me decide for myself in any affair,
I would choose to refer all to thee,
I would choose to refer all to thee,
For
thou art infinitely wise and cannot do amiss,
As
I am in danger of doing.
I
rejoice to think that all things are at thy disposal,
And
it delights me to leave them there.
This was my God, and a peace settled over me.
This was truth. And I recommitted my love life or lack thereof into God’s
hands.
He could work wonders, either now, or in His own
sovereign timing.
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