It has come to my attention, in the most organic and simple way, that I am now dating someone.
He’s not my boyfriend, I am not in love with him, he’s not “the one for me.” I like him, a lot actually, he is funny and smart and has an amazing artists’ eye and he makes funny noises like a sheep sometimes and plays pool well and has beautiful blue eyes. But, seemingly out of nowehere, I am seeing him. We spend time together and it’s nice.
And I know that my prayers of gratitude are revealed to me, that God has taken that obsession to NEED right away…away Not 100%, not yet, but my calm, matter-of-fact acceptance of this, not my 0-75 in one week manner of thinking, is no more. The last man I cared for, I helped run off because it was, I WAS, too much, too soon, too much “me” not enough Him.
I’m glad this is not that, and I am not what, I was… because he is nice and I like hanging out with him, spending nights and time together. And that’s such progress, I can’t even begin to tell you how much.
And I, “me” you see, I know was not capable of such change, not alone. So I post tonight, watching the rain outside on my window, in gratitude.
Nicely done, My Lord, very nice.
To be continued….