So I talked to Simon tonight, online. Mostly because I was procrastinating getting my resume finished and sent out. Well, maybe not mostly, but in part. And it was really . . . alright. It was completely just fine. It was what it was.
I’m surprised to say it, and moreso that it’s true, but I think I can really deal with this. My sister may not believe me because I’ve acted like such an idiot in the pursuit of this, well, let’s admit it, melodramatic demand for this boy. But talking to him as something of a chum was . . . nice. I actually enjoyed it. I think I’ve finally been through the crux of this crisis and now I can look at myself from the other side, with a bit of a chuckle about how silly I’ve acted and more pleasure in the act of knowing my friend than would be gleaned from forcing myself on him.
This is a good thing.
And I believe that prayer is what has brought me here. I know that the Lord is my strength and that his will is perfect. Not only complete but without error. And . . . this is just another piece of it. This is just the last chapter. And I’m being led into the next.
Tags: lessons, Simon, trust in God
