And there he was, walking cheerfully up the steps.
We stood across from one another, so much life having
elapsed since the last crossing of our paths.
I can’t imagine if he knew about the One Year Challenge. It’s unlikely. But not impossible.
And then he asked discretely for more time. More time to sit, to talk, to reminisce.
It sounded good.
For a nano-second. And then my
mind asked, “Why?” Why do this again?
Most people anticipate me becoming a serial-dater
post-OYC. But, honestly, that seems
quite counterproductive. I underwent the
challenge to let go of an idol. It would
seem strange to step back into that world, and suddenly constantly date. It would seem very anti-purpose. No, instead I’ve learned from that, that
dates are reserved for men of special rank.
Men I can see myself maybe marrying.
But not for a casual drink where time is wasted or mistakes repeated.
This is where listening for God comes in. I trust Him to direct my steps, to tell me
when there might be something worthwhile there.
And if I feel no nudge, no amount of attraction may draw me to a man for
it is God’s urging upon which I am determined to wait.
