God is Faithful, and Singleness is Good

Y’all! I seriously thought it would take at least another month or two before I had something to write about again, but in fact I have TWO things! And one kinda leads into the other, so here we go!

Okay, so if y’all have read a couple of my other posts, one (which I posted in Feb of 2016) was all about Jamie Grace. A large portion of that post was about how she was very upfront and real about how she desired marriage but was still single and how that was okay.

Semi-side-note: Now, to me, that was just a little bit shocking. In theory it sounds perfectly fine, right? But what do we tell people who say they might never get married? Why do we doubt them if they say they’re fine with that? The reality is that everyone -not just society, but almost literally everyone – tells us that marriage and relationships are desirable and being single is bad. When put that way, many people would argue against it, but in every-day life that’s the way we all act. It’s in the people who tell us our time will come, it’s in all the people we look at, it’s in the news, and it’s even in the people who tell us to wait until we’re older. That last one sounds good! Wait until later, right? And that is good! Except…it’s still all about marriage. And in this way – I know it’s shocking – marriage has become a god. We’re all waiting for and longing for marriage. Marriage is good, but only in it’s proper place. I’ll explain more in a minute.

Back to Jamie Grace. She, very recently, got engaged! Woohoo! Go, Jamie! But here’s where I really want to explain some things. A year or two ago, I felt like God was telling/showing me that marriage was in his plan for me. To be honest, I was kinda excited! To put this in perspective a little, I haven’t “dated” anyone since the 5th grade (if that counts, hence the quotation marks around “dated”). I haven’t been asked out since 8th (I’m a freshman in college now), and honestly I’ve really never experienced romance AT ALL. But I’ve daydreamed about it! And, when I felt like God was telling me that that was in His plan, I was so excited! Of course, I had no prospects AT ALL (still don’t), but whatever! Now, I kinda doubt that feeling. It may have been a product of my overactive imagination. But all that to say that, at the time and since then, listening to Jamie Grace talk about being single but wanting marriage made me feel less alone. Honestly, she probably played a significant role in my current thoughts about marriage (which I’ll get to in a bit). It made me feel a little less alone, a little less hopeless, and a little less pitiful. Jamie Grace is the one who introduced the idea to me that it’s perfectly okay to be single, and it’s perfectly okay to want marriage. It’s all okay! But, it does need to be put in it’s proper place. Marriage in not the end-all be-all. Our lives do not start when we get married. Being single is valuable, and just as important as marriage. It’s not just okay to be single, it’s even desirable. Jamie Grace introduced this idea to me, and Stephanie May Wilson (who I’ve also talked about in a previous post) has expanded further on this idea in some of her podcasts (seriously, go check them out). Marriage is NOT more important or more desirable than being single. As I was listening to a video song that Jamie Grace wrote about her engagement, I clearly felt something from the Lord. And when I say clearly felt, I’m going to borrow an explanation from Stephanie May Wilson: it’s like a stone being thrown in a pond. It’s a disruption in my flow of thinking. It isn’t really sudden, and it’s actually very quiet, but it’s just a though that’s thought (or thought in a way) that I wouldn’t have thought on my own. And what I felt from the Lord was  this: that now is NOT my time to get married, and that is GOOD. Let me repeat that. That is GOOD!

God’s plan for me right now is to be single. And despite what society says (and to be honest, what many many many christians unintentionally say), marriage is not the goal. What is the goal, then? The goal is  to chase after God. The goal is to grow closer to Him. The goal is to become more like Christ. Even in marriage! I’ve heard it before, and you probably have two: that when two people (in this case, spouses) draw closer to God, then they also draw closer to each other. Even in marriage the goal is not to draw closer to your partner! The goal is always, always, ALWAYS to follow God and become more like Christ. So when God tells me that His plan for me right now is to be single, then I should WANT to be single. And in that moment, when God spoke to me unasked for, it was nice. And it was nice because it was peace. It was not jealousy towards Jamie Grace (although to be honest, I am kinda jealous). It was also not fear – because within the past few months, I thought to stop just daydreaming about being in a relationship and actually think about what it would actually be like. Which is kinda terrifying, because I am NOT ready for that. I can barely talk to the majority of my peers, I’m just beginning to really grow in God – I am an absolute MESS. Realistically, a relationship would be horrible and not even fun right now. So it has become a little scary (although I still daydream, because daydreaming is fun). But I wasn’t jealous and I wasn’t scared. It was the thought that yeah, one day I might get married, but today God wants me to be single. And that’s okay. And it’s not just okay, but it’s desirable and even exciting! I don’t have to worry about anyone else. I can focus on making friends and growing in God and growing as a person. And that – which is where God wants me, where I should be – that is good and it is desirable and it is better than marriage. It’s a powerful thought, isn’t it?

 

It also leads me to my second point, which is that God is good, and absolutely trustworthy. Of course, to many people that’s a “given”. To me too, actually. If someone told me that God is completely, absolutely, 100% trustworthy, I’d probably give them an odd look and say “of course”. What’s so special about that thought? Having grow up in the church, I’ve heard that spiel more times than I can count. I’ve probably heard more variations of that spiel than are existent. But – like all messages I’ve heard a hundred million quadrillion to-infinity-and-beyond times – as I begin to grow towards God and make my faith in Him my own, it begins to draw my intention. And so I want to draw attention to it as well. Now, I’ve actually been extremely blessed my whole life. I’ve never had a close family member die, my parents have raised me beautifully (if I do say so myself), and I don’t have any traumatic tales or anything. But still, as I step out on my own, I find that God has been pretty faithful, pretty good, and undeniably trustworthy in the little things.

Starting with just recently: He has and is helping me with a major fight with my best friend. He totally blessed me unexpectedly when I had to “consolidate” for college – aka my roommate moved out so mid-year I had to attend a meeting to see if one of the other roommate-less girls wanted to move in with me because otherwise we’d be charged for a private room. Not as recent: When I first came to college, I got involved with a campus Christian ministry and got the best LifeGroup leaders (aka small group leaders) a girl could have asked for. I think I wrote a post about this, too, a couple months ago; He removed my identity as being socially awkward and replaced that with my identity in Him (no, I’m not talking about being saved, that happened when I was like four). When I went to my residential high school, I was blessed to meet an amazing and inspiring Christian friend who has become one of my best friends today. When I just recently went on a missions trip to Texas I grew much closer with the girls from my BCM that I was down there with. As a college student, I have yet to run out of coffee because my mom works at Starbucks and my grandfather knows how essential coffee is to life (don’t laugh, it’s true)! As a freshman, I managed to gain a paid research position with one of my professors. At home I have a well-paying job at my dad’s workplace that probably pays too much for what I actually do (which is almost literally just copying and filing). I’ve been an absolute brat sometimes, and I’ve failed God so much too (hello masturbation my old friend), but he has continued to work on me, and bless me, and love me, and guide me. God is SO good, SO trustworthy, and SO reliable. Also, I passed both AP Calc and Chinese (no joke, through a tutor, my  AP Calc grade went from a 68% to getting an A on the final and a 4 on the AP exams in the last half a semester. Did I mention that if I’d gotten a tutor any earlier it wouldn’t have been the same tutor? Yeah. If that isn’t God, I don’t know what is). Isn’t He great?

It sounds cliche. But if I can trust God to save my grade and help me make friends and bless me as I look for a roommate, how in the world can I not trust Him with bigger stuff? If He blesses me when I have done absolutely nothing to deserve it, and even when I do something to NOT deserve it (hello masturbation my old friend), how can I not trust Him? It’s actually surprised me. I’m the type of person who likes to give gifts but hates to receive them. Not like Christmas gifts or birthday gifts! But if someone just buys me a gift, or especially for things like if someone wants to buy me a coffee. It makes me uncomfortable! I didn’t do anything to deserve it, and then I feel like I owe them, and I just really don’t like it. But God…It makes God sad when I disobey, I know it does. But it doesn’t change His love for me one bit. He doesn’t say “Oh, she disobeyed, now I’m not gonna bless her”. No! Every time this happens (which is more than I’d like to admit), He continues to bless me GREATLY, and it always reminds me of the Psalm that says “my cup runneth over”. Which, by the way, brings me to another point.

It’s okay to fail. If you’re anything like me, then every time I can’t seem to focus on God and every time I get lured away by something worldly, I feel terrible. Even now, I’ve been going through a period where I can’t seem to want to chase after God. In fact, I struggle with wanting to disobey Him! And…that’s okay. It’s okay. God still loves me, and He isn’t giving up on me. He isn’t growing angry with me. He loves me, and He’s even continuing to work in me! And what proof do I have of this? Well, the past. Just this past year I really struggled with feeling close to God. And yet, that time passed and yielded to a period of great growth and blessing. God wasn’t angry. He was glad that I was where He could work on me, and He squeezed love into me. Until now, I’m in a place where I can choose to allow myself my failures and decide to believe that God is not mad. I can choose to cling to the truth – which is that God loves me, and is waiting for me not with a hammer but with a hug. I can choose that – even when I fail, even when I succumb to sin, and even when I enjoy it when I know I shouldn’t – God still loves me. He still loves me, and He’s still working on me, and I’m not somehow evil and out of reach and hopeless. Instead, whatever temporary victories my sinful flesh and treacherous heart revel in, God is still chasing me and still working in me. He hasn’t given up. He hasn’t been surprised or set back. He isn’t stalled. He is still working, even if I can’t see or feel it. He is perfect. He is Holy. And He isn’t stopped by me or my sin. (This is not to say that I should not be worried about my sin, because I should be and I should do everything in my power to stop sinning. However, when I fail, I shouldn’t wallow in the shame. I should just stand up and try again, setting my eyes on God and asking Him for help).

Alright! I’m sorry for the long post, guys, but I think this was important to share. God loves you guys, even when you fail to meet the standard! Just keep trying! Ciao!

“Blessed are those whose lawless deeds are forgiven, and whose sins are covered; blessed is the man against whom the Lord will not count his sin.” Romans 4:7-8 *also look at pretty much all of Romans 4 and 5

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” 1 John 1:9

“…But you are a God ready to forgive, gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, and did not forsake them.” Nehemiah 9:17

“…being confidant of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6

 

P.S. If you need more similar verses from the bible, look up verses about forgiveness and verses about the fruit of the spirit. God makes a lot of promises that give us hope. Of course, they aren’t to be used as excuses, but we were not made to wallow in shame or hopelessness either. We must persevere to conquer our sin, even if it takes years, and keep chasing God. Alright, ciao for real!

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Real Talk Part 1

Okay y’all. I’m just gonna jump  right in ’cause I need to get some stuff off my chest.

Also this is becoming a really long post so I’m going to split this into sections.

I met up with my Life Group today. That’s what my bible study small group is called. We talked about the book of Ruth, specifically chapter 2 verses 15-23, and at some point my Life Group leader asked us: How do we feel called to take the heart knowledge we’d been talking about and apply it – make it become hand knowledge, so to speak. I thought about it, but there have been so many things I’ve been struggling with! As I thought about all of these things, however, I boiled it down to one overall theme.

I need to surrender everything.

Let me explain, and I’m going to go through these things I’ve been struggling with one by one to do so.

First, I’ve been wrestling with my desire to have a boyfriend. I haven’t “dated” since 5th grade (if you could call that dating), I’ve never been asked on a date, and the last time I was asked out was in 8th grade – by the same guy who’d been asking me out since 6th and told me once when I turned him down that he had multiple girlfriends. So not the greatest track record! And recently, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this (and my imagination isn’t helping – I’ll get into that later). I’ve doubted my desirability (hello, self-pity) and worried about whether or I’ll ever get a boyfriend and, eventually, get married. Logically, I know that I’d be a horrible girlfriend right now (see this entire list of doubts, insecurities, and immaturities), but that hasn’t helped and sometimes makes it all worse. Can I share with you? There was a moment two years ago where I felt like God had showed me a feeling, if you will, of his plan for a guy in my life sometime in the future and how great it would be. Me, with my tendency to doubt myself and my logical thinking and etc. etc. now wonders if I wasn’t imagining it (did I mention I have a very strong imagination?). I don’t know. Here’s what I do know; this dream may (or may not) have come from God. But right now, it’s turned into something completely different. Right now, I don’t want a significant other because it’s in God’s plan. Right now, I want a significant other because the world tells me I should have one. Because I’ve just entered college and I know of several couples who are engaged, and a few of those are getting married this spring/summer. Because everywhere I turn I see couples on Facebook and on the street and literally everywhere. So, I’ve become stuck worrying if I’m “doomed” to spend my life without a significant other. You know what? Even if God did plan for me to never have a significant other, or for me to never get married, that would still be okay. In fact, it would be better than okay! It would be perfect, because God is perfect and his plans are perfect. And if that’s his will for me, then I should be rejoicing! Because his plans always turn out 100x better than I could ever imagine, and 1000x better than my plans would have turned out. So. I understand this, but how do I apply it? It boils down to this: I need to surrender this dream to God. I need to not only be able to say, but actually say “Lord, it’s okay if this doesn’t happen. I trust you. If singleness is what you have planned, then that plan is so perfect and so much better than whatever I could imagine, dream about, or wish for that I should be rejoicing and eager to be single because that’s your plan.” I need to completely, 100% surrender this desire that’s been taking my attention from the Lord and his Will and I need to turn it over and let it go.

 

Next. Just a bit of backstory: I’ve always been the shy awkward girl who’s left out. Much of that is my own fault for pushing people away. I’ve gotten better some, but I still struggle with it a lot. It’s super difficult for me to talk with my peers. My brain kicks into overdrive and begins to hyperanalyze EVERYTHING. What’s this person’s tone saying? What is their body language? What is their facial expression? What does this sentence structure imply? What is MY facial expression doing? What about my tone of voice and my body language? What about my sentence structure? What about my content? Am I being too loud? Am I talking too much? Am I interrupting? Are my pauses too short? Are they too long? Am I sharing too little or too much? What is their response to this? Pay attention to every word, every glance, every gesture. What’s it say? What’s it say? What’s it say? Then – no surprise – I have a hard time processing. I make mistakes, and even the small ones will nag at my overactive brain for far too long. Oh no! That pause was a hair too long! That’s so awkward! or Shoot! I froze for a split second! What was that look on my face? Crud, I missed my chance to laugh it off and make fun of it! Can I apologize? No, I’ve already apologized three times in the last five minutes! You get the idea. This used to define me. This was the majority of who I was. A couple of months ago, thankfully, that was removed from me. I can’t describe it well, but one second that was my identity and the next my identity was in the Lord (I know it had been before, but I had created another identity for myself over the years without realizing it. Or at least I had allowed myself to be defined by that). It was very peaceful and surprisingly matter-of-fact. However, that didn’t permanently destroy these thoughts. It quieted them for a couple blessed weeks, and now they’re back. That does NOT mean that they are my identity again – they’re not. They don’t dictate my every move like they used to. However, they are hard to control and they are often small feelings in my subconscious. It takes Truth for me to combat them, and for the past few days I have struggled with them far more than I should be. So guess what?? I need to surrender them to the Lord. Scripture says to bring our doubts and worries to the altar, and while that’s cliché that is exactly what I need to do. I need to fully surrender these to God, letting Him and his Truth come and take their place in my heart. And no, this isn’t a one-time occurrence. I’ll explain more about that later.

 

I’m going to stop here for today. I’m sure some of this sounded like whining, and I apologize for that. I’m probably going to split this whole thing into three portions, and the next two will NOT be coming out months from now, I promise. I’ll try to post them within the next week or two.

As I finish, I want to share a couple of the bible verses posted on note cards all over my half of the dorm room. Also, please remember: you guys aren’t alone. Whatever you’re going through. Even if it doesn’t feel like it, you have to choose to believe what you know – that God is with you and that He loves you dearly. He’s not yelling at you for your shortcomings. He’s not frowning at you. He’s walking beside you, ready to help. He’s arranging things for your good that you will never even realize was Him until you join him in heaven. He is cradling you, and his heart hurts for you more than you will ever know. His love isn’t the only thing unfathomable; his compassion is too.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, …looking to Jesus, …who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame,  and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12: 1-2

“For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made. So they are without excuse.” Romans 1:20

 

Blessings and Comparisons

Okay, so all y’all should be used to my extremely sporadic posting by now. Sorry, but I don’t think that’s gonna change. But! I’m back with another post.

I  don’t know about you, but for a long time I’ve struggled with comparing myself to other Christians. There’s one group of girls in particular at my home church that I’ve struggled with comparisons. There’s three of them, two years ahead of me in school, and for so long I’ve looked at them and felt inferior. “They’re better Christians than me, better people than me. Look at how outgoing she is. Look at how people depend on her. Look at how nice and calm she is. Look at how popular she is.” We all know the tune, right? Someone who’s better at whatever we’re weak at. Well, I have a secret for you – most of the time, a weakness is just a strength taken too far.

For example. I am NOT a social person. I’ve gotten a LOT better since being at this residential high school, but I’ve always been the girl who sits outside the flow. I’m the one who is always alone, or if not, I’m certainly never part of a group. I’m the one always picked last in gym (still true, although I was picked not last a couple of weeks ago!), always the last to be chosen for group projects, and always sitting by herself for anything and everything if I could help it. And pushing people away when they tried to include me. I’ve always been scared of people, for no reason. For those who don’t know, I take after my dad a lot. I can’t say he’s ever been scared of people – I suspect maybe not – but he shared his introverted personality with me (I’m just more introverted). However, if you walked into our church and started talking with him, you’d never believe it. He seeks out people to talk to. He asks them how their day is going, how they are and how they feel. And they tell him. So many people tell him what is honestly going on because they know he cares. He makes sure they know. Now, this goes back to intentionality – I’ve written a lot about this, so go check out my other posts – but I think it would be fair to say that this is one of his strengths. He sees people, and not just the people in plain view. He sees the people who are hiding away, as well. I’m not as good at conversing with people (duh). But I know that I want to get to that point. I don’t have to be outgoing, just intentional. Because one day, I want to turn my weakness – how introverted I am – into a strength that allows me to see everyone, care with intentionality, and be a steady force and a steady person because these are skills I’ve had to learn.

On a similar note, one of many outgoing people’s weaknesses is seeing everyone and choosing to interact with everyone. This may seem counter-intuitive, but being on the opposite side of the spectrum, I’ve seen it in action. Outgoing people are so energetic, and they flit from person to person. While this means they do talk with a lot of people, often times they don’t even see the introvert in the corner. As someone who’s been so introverted she’d cry when forced to talk to someone for years, I developed my own little air about me. For some people (*ahem* extroverts), this draws the room’s attention to them. Some of it is because they have no problem talking and making noise, but some of it is because they just have this air that attracts attention. I, on the other hand, developed (fostered?) the exact opposite – an air that makes me invisible in many situations. I can be standing right by someone, off to the side, and they’ll ask “Where’s [my name]?” – or, if it’s someone I need something from, they might not even know I’m there unless I knock on their door or say something. I can be in a line or a crowded room and have people bump into me because my presence didn’t even register with them. This has (sadly) dispersed somewhat as I’ve grown more comfortable with people, but it still happens sometimes. And these are the people the extrovert does not see. They are so busy talking to everyone and moving on to the next person or activity or place, that they don’t see the people standing off to the side watching them and everyone else in the room. If they approach, they carry on a brief conversation and forget to come back once they’ve moved on. They don’t check to see if they need help, and even among their friends they are often so ready to move on that they miss when something is wrong and they need to slow down. As an extrovert, that is one of their weaknesses. As an introvert (with exceptions when I’m flustered from trying to socialize), that is one of my strengths. I’ve been that girl in the corner, so I see that girl in the corner.

Well. Back to the main point. Knowing that weaknesses are just strengths taken too far only helps so much, right? I mean, you can see that they have so many strengths, so they must be better at seeing and working on these things than you…not so. Here’s something that I realized recently, and it’s what really prompted me to write this. I am different from them. This seems so obvious, but it isn’t! I am different. I was looking at our personalities – she is more outgoing and I am more introverted, but hah! She sees her friend group and the other major groups, but she isn’t looking around. She sees what is put in front of her, but I look at what isn’t put in front of me! This, by the way is not 100% true – I’m sure she does look around sometimes, and I know that I don’t all the time, but I looked at her and I looked at me and I saw that I am better at something. And then I looked at her and I looked at me and I saw that our upbringings were different – she with her ultra-involved mother and outgoing personality and childhood friends and clean sun-lit home and desire to try new things and involvement in so much, and me with my introverted but intentional father who made me try new things when I didn’t want to and was willing to help but didn’t necessarily want to lead but could if he had to and my special-needs brother that restricted where we could go and my distinct lack of friends for a long time and my introverted personality and I saw that we were different. I was different from her and she was different from me, so why was I comparing us? Our personalities are different. Our upbringings were and are different. Our parents are different. Our support is different. So, if we are so extremely different, why wouldn’t our strengths and weaknesses and growth be different to?

For the first time, I thought that we each had our own strengths – that her strengths that I saw were not my strengths and they weren’t supposed to be. I wasn’t – I’m NOT – supposed to grow into a carbon copy of her. I’m not supposed to have her strengths, I’m supposed to have my own! If I chase after her strengths, I won’t have time to focus on my own. When God uses me, he doesn’t want her strengths – if he did, he would use her! When God uses me, he wants MY strengths (and sometimes, MY weaknesses). When he uses me, he chose me for a reason. There are things that she can do that I can’t – talking to people, for example. BUT! There are just as many things that I can do that she can’t! And the best part is, I don’t even see all of them yet! I don’t know how I will develop in the future, but I know that I will be different from her (I say her because my ladder of comparison, if you will, went youth group -> group of three girls -> one girl in particular). Even my growth! It’s common knowledge that guys mature slower than girls – it’s why girls sprout up in middle school and guys sprout up in high school. They aren’t worse than girls, they just have different timing. Well, so de we! God’s timing for me, even my timing for me, is going to be different from her timing (ignore the fact that she is two years older than me, please). I’m going to sprout at a different time from her, and she’s going to sprout at a different time from me. And whatever that looks like, that’s okay! If it looks like she socializes better, that’s okay. I can go build up that girl in the corner who’s sad because no one is talking to her. She hangs out in a group, great! I can hang out with people one-on-one. It looks like she sprouted first, that’s fine. I didn’t need to sprout right then, I needed to sprout later. Think about, for example, a rose and a tulip – tulips bloom early in the spring, roses in the summer or fall. Does that mean either flower is better or worse? No! It just means God designed them with different timelines in mind.

I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it, but I recently found out about The Bagel Theory (from an email letter from Stephanie May Wilson, who’s letter series she wrote to her single younger self I signed up for, and she heard it from her friend Hanna). Here’s the excerpt that explains this:

“When I was in high school, a musical theater director of mine introduced me to his personal theory I like to call The Bagel Theory.

Hear me out.

All of us musical theater kids, we were all bagels. My friend Chloe was a chocolate chip bagel; My friend Anna was a sesame bagel; I was a blueberry bagel.  You get the idea.  We were all great bagels, but we were each a different kind of bagel.

When auditioning for a certain role, Chloe, Anna, and I could all be up for the same part.  We would all be uniquely great for the role, but at the end of the day, the casting director was looking for a certain type of bagel.  Chloe may get the gig because they were looking for a chocolate chip bagel.  It didn’t mean that Anna or I weren’t amazing bagels. We just weren’t the bagels they were looking for.

Suddenly, getting rejected for a part wasn’t a judgement of our talent or abilities, it was just a reflection of someone else’s preferences.”

These comparisons that I’ve been struggling with are the same thing! In one situation, God might be looking for a sweet bagel, and so he might choose her chocolate chip bagel-ness. That doesn’t mean I’m an inferior bagel. It just means he the sweet bagel was better for the situation than the sour one (I wanna be a cranberry bagel). But, by the same token, sometime later he might want a sour bagel – in which case I would fit the bill better than her. Not because I’m better, but because He needed a cranberry bagel. I could go on and on, but the basic fact is that we’re all different and we all need to be ourselves, because there will always be a task that only we can do or a strength that when needed only we have or even a weakness that is exclusively ours. It would be like comparing a squirrel and a stingray – why would you ever compare them? You don’t judge a stingray on it’s ability to climb trees, or a squirrel on it’s ability to glide smoothly through the water.

She has a group of friends.

I have a best friend who’s so close my whole family calls her my sister/their daughter/their granddaughter.

She’s called upon to lead a lot.

I know how to follow because if I led I’d probably mess up and actually don’t want the job at all.

She’s way ahead of you.

You need to be back further to help out someone else.

She’s smart.

You have a big heart.

She’s confident, but bossy.

You cringe but are careful not to hurt those around you.

In conclusion…sorry this took so long. That’s all, Bye.

 

Pshh! I’m kidding! Kinda. It’s easy to compare ourselves, but we all need to be different. We don’t want to equal up, because if we did we’d lose those specific strengths that we’ll need for where we’ll be. Don’t compare the squirrel to the stingray. It doesn’t work like that. Adios for real this time!

P.S. Go check out Stephanie May Wilson at http://stephaniemaywilson.com/ – she’s an amazing Christian writer who has lots of good stuff to say, and her emails feel like sitting down with a friend over a cup of coffee. Okay, ciao!

Red Letter

Hey guys. This won’t really be a run-of-the-mill post, exactly. This is going to be a letter to a friend I have now, and friends I may have in the future. It expresses some of my thoughts, as me, and might give you guys some insight into stuff too.

Let me explain the original situation first. Flowers were donated to my school today. I got two bouquets and managed to get one for a friend who was away today due to health issues (I basically go to a boarding school. See my page for more info). She came back this evening, and I gave her her bouquet and let her pick some flowers from my two – since I had two. She knocked the flowers out of the cup, we went to the bathroom to take care of the mess. While coming back, to warn her about my flowers sitting in the entryway to her room, I said “Watch out for the pretty ones.” Now my letter will explain the rest.

Friend,

I’m sorry. I realize how that sounded, but I didn’t really mean my flowers were prettier. I was trying to come up with something witty, something better or more intelligent than “watch out for those”. Mine were blooming since they’d been in water longer, so prettier just popped out. I got nervous, a little. I don’t think you understand. I know how awkward, crazy, and/or insensitive I sometimes sound. But I don’t know what else to do. Really I just want to make sure you’re still my friend. I’m so so so socially awkward. You say you are too, but let’s compare for a minute. We are both in our junior year of high school, our first year at this accelerated school. We live in the same wing of the same floor. I am healthy, you have a host of health problems. As we walk around, a host of people come up to us. Any given moment, any given place, it’s plausible for someone to come up and say “Hey, how’s it goin’?”. You say you don’t like to talk to people, but you go around and you know so many people. You know what’s going on in their lives, you say hello, you’re so involved. Maybe you don’t like talking to them all the time, but you still don’t understand. Because as you say hi, I don’t even know them, nor do they know me…and we live in the same building and have all school year. You talk to people and ask them for help and anything else. You hang out with them, and not only with them but with college students too. You have so many friends, and how many guys have/had crushes on you?

I have two people I basically ever talk to, and that’s you and my roommate. How do I tell you you’re the only one who ever invites me anywhere? I’m not dumb. I value my personal relationships so so dearly. I know more pros and cons than you do, I know the power of those skills, I know the technique behind them. I just can’t do them. It’s so natural for you. You build a relationship with ease in 5 seconds that I can’t build with all the effort in the world in 6 months. I know, I know, you don’t like talking to people, you prefer to be alone…you still don’t understand.

Did you know that without you, I would never leave my room except for classes, meals, and, when spring comes, volleyball all alone on the outside court? Even when I’m so bored I could scream, so tired of my room, it’s better to be there and on a screen than out watching everybody having fun with a friend and not approaching me, or worse…scaring away someone who does approach me. Even volleyball. I can play volleyball outside for hours with people passing and not have one person approach me, but the instant you come out six people ask if they can play too. You don’t understand.

I get it. I know my limitations. Most of the time I remain completely level-headed. But occasionally I don’t. I get nervous that my odd humour will make you think I’m too weird, that my tendency to laugh to much might make you think I’m trying to hard – or an idiot – or that I might laugh at something you don’t think is funny and you end it. I know it’s unreasonable. But what if you did? What if our relationship just slowly faded. I can’t laugh over Starbucks with God, much as He’s my Savior whom I love. If we stopped hanging out, I’d be stuck in my room, asking myself what I could have done better. Wondering if I’ll ever get another friend. I’ve made four close friends my whole life, and you’re one of them. .

I didn’t mean that my flowers were prettier. It was that tiny, tiny niggle of fear. I’m not desperate. I’ll restrain myself and avoid torturing myself too much. But it does scare me. I can see myself all too easily having no friends as I grow older. Or having the one best friend, who’s so close I call her my sister, but being far away and so we can only call, and I’m stuck at work or my house all day. I can operate in society now. It used to be much worse. But there are times when I just can’t quell the panic at the idea that I might be stuck alone. I’m independant. I’m an expert actress. You’ll never see any hint at this in my face. But being alone? You have no idea. Wondering if you’re just staying with me out of pity or compassion? Yeah, that happens. You say you’re an introvert who likes being alone. And I’m telling you, you have no idea.