Friday, December 2: Joe, who had been jumping every time the phone rang, finally got a call back from Dad. I understand their talk went something like this: Joe asked to get together with Dad to talk about something important.
Dad: “What’s the topic?”
Joe: “Marriage.”
Dad: “Okay. Which one of the girls?”
Joe: “Rachel.”
They agreed to meet on Saturday afternoon at Starbucks.
I had a school concert in the evening and had to miss a Bold Reflection gig. The guys were invited to our place afterwards, and I was disappointed when I got home and realized that the L boys had left right after the performance; someone apparently had school to do. (And someone else didn’t want to see me that night.) Elisabeth and I took some time for a chat, and she asked if I still thought about Joe. (She had known for a long time that I was interested in him.) I answered that my liking for him was still there, but it wasn’t a very emotional thing; it was more like something that God had showed me. It did occur to me that that was a somewhat risky statement. :) She looked a bit concerned for me and said that she honestly couldn’t see any indication that Joe liked me—or anyone else. She said she’d be praying for me. I wrote in my journal the next day:
"I got to talk with Elisabeth for a while last night...she asked right out about Joe. :/ Interesting topic. I’ve been more peaceful about it—kind of a be-quiet-and-see sort of feeling. I don’t know."
to be continued
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