Postby kaji » Thu Mar 18, 2004 10:10 am
Lioness,
I comend you on talking about your relationships. Love can be a hard thing, but like many other problems in our lives they can not be solved if brushed aside. There in a dark corner they may be passed by, but never are they gone.
I would chalenge you to talk to the people around you who care for you, about what has really happend, spacificaly the ones that apply to your statement ("then, to cover all this up from my friends that live around me *my pen pals knew more about what was going on* i started to lie all the time.") Even if discussing it with them doesnt turn out the way you wanted it to, God will lift a weight off your shoulders knowing you have confrunted this portion of your strife.
I am also confused about the part where you said, "then he told me his girl meant more than me." Does this mean he was "seeing" both of you at the same time? What a twit.
Also wondering about, "So i became like acid towards him." Do you mean, that you became a drug in his life? Something that he was addictied to? Or were you a volitile chemical that would burn at the touch?
Every one before me has had excelant advice. But to add a small note. You dont have to partake in any relationship (that is, of the boyfriend/girlfriend kind).
You dont need to date some one for them to love you, and it sounds like your current boyfriend understands that. Some times taking a break from the whole thing can be the best thing to do. God is strange in the way that some times he gives you what you always wanted when you are not looking for it. Trust in him and he will lead you the arms of your One.
Remember the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, gentleness, goodness, faith, and yes, unfortunately longsuffering.
You have my prayers.
Depend on it. God's work done in God's way will never lack God's supply. He is too wise a God to frustrate His purposes for lack of funds, and He can just as easily supply them ahead of time as afterwards, and He much prefers doing so.
- J. Hudson Taylor
I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
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