It’s wonderful for me now and then to be involved in real life romantic melodrama. It’s the stuff of a love life - complete with a broken heart.
I got along well with a pretty Chinese girl I knew way back in college. She was Christian, but her parents were not. I saw her now and then at our college, but I definitely wanted to catch her more often - being quite attracted to her.
She’s a real nice lady. We never got together the way couples do, but I would wonder. I wondered for every year after graduating college whether becoming more than friends would work. Unfortunately besides seeing her almost only once a year on her birthday (great timing), wondering was pretty much all I did. I did give her caricatures of her, but I’m not exactly famous yet so that doesn’t count much (YET).
Over the years I’ve witnessed my parents’ marriage survive despite my father’s mental instability, thanks to my mother’s faith & perseverance. I’ve seen my brother’s marriage crumble from day one because of his wife’s (and her mother’s) lack of love & patience. Lately, there are weddings and rumors of weddings going around among my friends. All in all, I consider myself fortunate to learn from everyone who has gone before. What’s more I’ve walked closer & closer with God thanks to the company I keep.
So based on experience and understanding that I had the privilege, as all Christians do, of asking God to reveal to me whether or not my relationship with my college crush would be according to His plan for me.
I got an answer from the Lord 2 days after that heartfelt prayer. I got a text message from my friend saying that her laptop had been infected and she needed help. One thing led to another and we decided to meet. I got the spinal shiver of my life when I find out she’s changed dramatically as well - and not all for the better. The second chill (more like shattering heartbreak) was when I found out she was now seeing someone.
I apologize dear reader if you are not privy to what exactly crushed my impression of her, But I shall go no further with the details as she and I remain friends. She is still very much the sweet sensitive girl I knew, so perhaps it is merely the distance between us that has widened.
I shall tell you however that God does speak, now in this way or another, even if we do not perceive it. It is by His Spirit we hear Him. In joy I told my friend how God answered my prayer, though it was ironic how it made her feel (and it made me uneasy too). I spent my last few minutes with her that night in prayer that God would give her wisdom (among other things) to deal with all that’s going on in her life. We were grateful for God’s peace and the words that were shared, and thus went our separate ways.
The story will not end here, but I can only hope against hope for a happy ending.
