A Long Evening
She glanced up from the novel she was reading. The clock on her wall revealed that only an hour had passed since she had begun to read. She rubbed her eyes, disappointed. She just wanted the evening to come to an end, but it was only 9 o’clock. It was Day 3. Day 3 of potentially the longest week of her life Almost halfway over. She quickly calculated how many more hours she would have to continue to not talk with her best friend. 93 more hours. With a sigh, she resigned herself to the feasibility of the prospect. Those 93 hours included sleeping, working, and going to class. It was only the evenings that really dragged along. Her other friends were all busy. She was left alone with her thoughts and homework that wasn’t really due until the following week. She had decided to write her papers early for two reasons. One – just to keep busy and have something to do. Two – to have free time the next week when she could talk with her best friend again. They were taking a week apart. To clarify their relationship. To provide clarity about how they felt about each other. To seek God’s will for their lives, His desires and plans for their relationship and for their futures. It had proven to be an interesting three days. She had realized so much. Lost in her thoughts, she absentmindedly reached for the bottle of Jones Strawberry Lime soda on the table next to her. As she sipped the bright red beverage, she was brought back to reality. She glanced back at the clock. Only 10 minutes had passed. She still had plenty of time. There was an upside to all the time she had on her hands. She had decided to read part of the ever-growing stack of books. She had time to finish the novel she was reading, write an outline for the book review she had to write for her history class, and finish another novel she had started a few weeks ago. It would be a good evening. She enjoyed reading. And she had already played her guitar, even taught herself a new song, and worked on her blog. She had also been able to spend time with God, her Daddy. She loved journaling. Actively writing her thoughts helped her to organize them. It alleviated her desire to explode. Regardless of whether or not they dated, she and her best friend would have to change their relationship. They needed to have more fun and pursue interests that they each enjoyed. And God needed to be first in each of their lives and in their relationship. God was her Daddy. He would comfort her with His peace. He would reveal His plans and desires for her life. For his life. And her Daddy would give her the strength to trust. She and her best friend had already dated and broken up three times. She didn’t want her heart to be shattered – stomped-on – again. But if he wanted to date after seeking God, after gaining clarity, then she would say yes. And her Daddy loved her. Her Daddy wouldn’t lead him astray.
