I was just telling my friend, Jenni, this story today (it still amazes me how these things work). There was a time when I finally got vulnerable and told my friend, who would someday become my husband, that I was interested in him being interested in me…(I shared that story here)
Six days passed and nothing happened. “What’s wrong?” I asked my Father in Heaven, “I did what you said, and he hasn’t called!”
Six more days passed, and still no buzz on my cell phone, no hints, no text, no nothing. (In the MySpace days, before Facebook, we couldn’t “stalk” each other’s page to see what the other was doing, either.)
“What’s wrong?” I asked again.
It’s not like the Father to not answer my call. I remembered my mentor, Kim, used to say that when you plant a seed and water it, you don’t go back and dig it up to see if it is growing, you have to just trust that something is happening.
Six more days passed, and I had decided to continue on the business of loving my Heavenly Husband, and the people around me one day at a time, and try not to think about the future, or the past, and just concentrate on the situation at hand. Instead of asking the same question, I said, “Father, I sense something is wrong, is there something I can do?”
Ahhhhh, and then He said, “He is going through a difficult time right now, and cannot reach out to you until it is over. You can pray for him to have strength.”
So I did. Every time I thought about him, every time someone asked about him, I used that as a reminder to pray, and just trusted that if he was on my mind, it was because he needed strength.
(Oh that I prayed for him that much now!)
He took my phone number the third Saturday in January. He called March 14th, and our first date was March 17. I remember these dates, because we always attend a fellowship function in Fort Dodge called Winter Rally on the third Saturday of January, and March 17 was St. Patrick’s Day, making them both easy to remember.
By the time we had been dating for 3 or 4 months, he had brought up that period of time for some reason. I told him that I had thought of him often during that almost 6 weeks, and that it was the first time in my life that I just sat back and trusted and waited for the phone to ring, without getting overly anxious and upset. He told me of the difficulty he was wrestling with, and how he had to resolve something with another person, and that he didn’t really know how to resolve it until he was out of town on business and away from that person enough to clear his mind.
It was a few days after it was over, he felt free to contact me, and the rest is a whole ‘nother story!