Pinch Me

I went rock climbing with Ian on Saturday and upon hearing that I was dating Sherry he asked if I was saving up for a ring yet.
On Sunday while delivering fridges RJ commented from a discussion he'd had with someone else about how he was mentally preparing himself for me being married next summer.

And somehow it triggered something.

I remember driving to work at some point in the last two weeks. I can picture the road and the bend and the trees. When a random thought came along and hit me. God's given me an awesome gift. I am dating an incredible girl. And the thought wanted to turn around and run. As if it weren't allowed.
I wasn't sure what was going on in my head but I chased some notions.
The significant other thing is a big deal, for everyone. If you keep it at arm's length for a long time; if you resolve not to force it to happen, to go hunt it down; if you trust that God will bring it along in his good timing and choice, when he does, perhaps you don't know quite what to do with it. Perhaps you're to used to thanking God that he will bring her along, and you need to break the habit of using the word will.

Or perhaps you question whether you're allowed to say it's arrived. You don't want to jinx it by rejoicing too early. After all, I dated someone else for over a year before she decided she'd never loved me. Tragedies befall other people. Their hearts get broken. Who am I to assume I should escape such commonalities.

At such humbling 'looking down' moments I am so very glad of God. That he gives me counsel, and I trust him. Because when your brain finally grasps that what is to come, you are totally unprepared for, it's good to know someone who is, is holding your hand.