He texted me once and called me twice before I left for the States in June--this all after he stood me up. I didn't talk to him at those times because I either didn't have available minutes on my phone or I missed the call. Needless to say I was glad to be heading home thinking that by the time I returned to Rome whatever that was would for sure be done. Again, how wrong I was.
Here's the thing about Italian cell phones: if your phone is off it tells you who called it while it was off when you do turn it back on. He called me on the day I arrived back in Rome and then two days later while my phone was dead. Since then he has called me two more times; I have missed both calls.
My heart has longed to be pursued by a suitor for a really long time, but this is not how I imagined it going down. Or at least not with this particular person. We have nothing in common nor, and most importantly, does he love Jesus. That's a deal breaker for me. I admit, though, that on the one hand it is a nice big ego boost to have someone so obviously want to spend time with me, but then at the same time it's too much and kind of freaking me out a bit.
It's funny how often times we ask the Lord for something we want almost desperately only to receive some variation of that and realize that perhaps what it was that we wanted wasn't necessarily for our good at that moment, but God sort of says "Ok. You want this so badly...I'm going to let this happen and then you'll have to deal with the consequences of not waiting on Me."
This is what happens when I move ahead of God....
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