That Awkward Moment When You Realize You've Been Ignoring God For Nearly 10 Months

Hey y'all. I know it's been awhile since I've written, but honestly, besides it being ridiculously hot outside and babysitting, not much has happened--until tonight. It was one of those days where you get the good news and the bad news but they're kind of the same thing. Yeah, I realize that was vague. You don't need to tell me twice.

So here's thing, long story short, it's another one of those drawn out boy meets girl stories, but in this one, girl realizes she wasn't doing the right thing all along, is about to dtr* herself, and then gets dtr-ed* by the boy out of the blue after a game night at the Christian girls's campus house after church. This story doesn't end well for the girl in one way, but at the same time, it's a good thing. Confusing? Probably. Sorry bout it. I'm trying to not get too detailed here, otherwise this story would go on forever, and I would really like to keep the identity of said boy anonymous as well as possible.

If you didn't catch on here, I am girl. I got to go through that awkward moment where you're like, "no really, I talked to God and He was like, 'girl, what are you doing? I've been trying to tell you for awhile now that he's not right,'" even though you told a girl literally a week ago about your crush on this boy. But true life, I wasn't in a good place before, let's say Thursday for the sake of argument, and it wasn't until then that I realized what had been right in front of my face for, well, awhile. What's awkward now is going to be going to work and having the mother of the kids I babysit ask me questions and me having to answer, "Yeahhh about that..." I'm awkward enough without being thrown into extra awkward situations. I'm not so sure I can socially handle that one. Whatever though, I'll figure it out as I go. Hey, maybe she was right about the eyebrows and if they were nice, I would've landed the man. (Sorry, still bitter.)

Tangent. My bad. Back to business.

So where I was going with this story was that I've realized that I can't keep trying to fit World-shaped pegs into God-shaped holes. It's just one of those times in life where legitimately EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER is getting engaged, so it's like, oh you're 20 and not in a serious committed relationship?? What the heck?! And then you're like, shoot son, I gots ta get me a man! Which is such a lie. A big, fat, ugly, worldly lie. And it's only taken me way too long to figure that one out. But, I'm ok with it, because I did figure it out and now I'm able to focus my attention on things that deserve my attention. (cough cough, Jesus, cough.) And when the timing is perfect, Mr. Right will walk into the picture, preferably in a nice pair of Toms, just sayin, and life will be splendid.

But for right now, I get to work on the most important relationship in my life and I'm really excited about it. God time is good time. And I need it badly. So I can only see things going up from here. Super.

Well, this seems like a good place to leave the story for now. Until next time,

Blessings,
Liz.
*dtr is a term used by young adults in my Christian community meaning define the relationship. so there's no more awkward, "oh I think he likes me" stuff. It's typically the guy's responsibility, as a Christian, to step up to the plate and start a dtr conversation. And this time, I got lucky and had a guy with enough (excuse my language) balls to bring it up himself.