When I was thinking about writing here, I realized that I write about many depressing thoughts. I hope that, in turn, I can also clearly convey the insight that I've gained from these thoughts. Henry David Thoreau knew both ends of the things depressing and reflected on his sadness and wrote these words in his journal in 1851:
"Why should pensiveness be akin to sadness? There is a certain fertile sadness which I would not avoid, but rather earnestly seek. It is positively joyful to me. It saves my life from being trivial."
The sadness and the struggles are the very things that are helping me to grow the most. Through these struggles I have seen my strengths, yes, but more so, I have seen my weaknesses. And in those weaknesses, the Lord shows me what I should be working on in my life or he shows me just how strong He was (and is) in those moments.
My latest struggle is not surprising. It has been over a man. It's complicated and simple, like any relationship tends to be.
This man is someone I've liked for over two years now, and I have found out that he has liked me for that long too. He's been incredibly sweet and understanding, generous and kind. But there is one large problem: he is not a believer.
To me it doesn't seem that simple, but really, it is.
A couple of posts back, I wrote about what I might want in a man and being a believer was a given. But when the man you've been crushing on for the past two years is crushing back, has a beard and likes good beer (reference to the earlier post), that simple given doesn't seem like the given it once was. But I know it still is.
I've already told him my decision of discontinuing to date one another. I had peace for about a week with that decision. Half way through the week, he sent me poetry that basically asked me to reconsider. I still had peace until a couple of days after that he called to ask me about my reaction to the poetry. I held my ground. But then he texted back to clarify: he would respect my beliefs and be good to me if I gave him the chance.
I know that my answer will remain the same, but it hurts to give up, not only the guy you've been crushing on for two years, but also the first guy who has ever pursued with good intentions.
After he sent me the poetry, I was reminded of story of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Jane and her beloved are at the chapel about to get married, when a man disrupts the ceremony. This man announces that Mr. Rochester (her beloved) is still married to another woman. Jane tries to leave, and Mr. Rochester tries to convince her to stay by explaining to her that his wife is mentally deranged and not the woman he married (he's actually locked her in the attic and hired somebody to take care of her). He cannot get a divorce, but tries to convince Jane that they could live as though they were married anyway.
Jane replies, to the man she loves, with some very powerful words:
"Laws and principles are not for times when there is no temptation; they are for such moments as this, when body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be."
And Jane leaves her beloved.
Like Jane, I'm tempted. Like Jane, I feel the hurt of doing the right thing. And just like Jane, I will follow the laws and principles in spite of it all and will leave this relationship behind.
And hopefully, just like Thoreau, I will find the greater meaning behind this struggle and sadness.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Looking Back
I like to reread what I've written here on occasion. It show's me how the Lord has been working even when I couldn't see it at the time.
On April 26th I quoted Isaiah 43:1-5:
But now, this is what the Lord says--he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior; I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead. Since you are precious and honored in my sight and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life. Do not be afraid, for I am with you..."
At the time of writing the earlier post, I really needed to hear that the Lord was with me and would bring me through life's struggles. It resonated with me that He would bring me through the waters and the fire, that I was still precious to Him, and that He was LORD and Savior.
In rereading it, the part that stuck out this time was the end of this segment: " Since you are precious and honored in my sight and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life."
The Lord removed somebody from my life and it hurt. But as time goes on, I see more and more into who God is calling me to be and I see more and more how that person would not have helped me become that person. The Lord was faithful to "give men in exchange for [me], and people in exchange for [my] life." I should not waste the blessings that the Lord gives, including the ones that He takes away.
On April 26th I quoted Isaiah 43:1-5:
But now, this is what the Lord says--he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior; I give Egypt for your ransom, Cush and Seba in your stead. Since you are precious and honored in my sight and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life. Do not be afraid, for I am with you..."
At the time of writing the earlier post, I really needed to hear that the Lord was with me and would bring me through life's struggles. It resonated with me that He would bring me through the waters and the fire, that I was still precious to Him, and that He was LORD and Savior.
In rereading it, the part that stuck out this time was the end of this segment: " Since you are precious and honored in my sight and because I love you, I will give men in exchange for you, and people in exchange for your life."
The Lord removed somebody from my life and it hurt. But as time goes on, I see more and more into who God is calling me to be and I see more and more how that person would not have helped me become that person. The Lord was faithful to "give men in exchange for [me], and people in exchange for [my] life." I should not waste the blessings that the Lord gives, including the ones that He takes away.
Musings
There have been so many random thoughts in my head recently. So many lessons learned. So many superficial but interesting musings.
(1) Like any girl, I crave chocolate and think about the kind of man I would like to be married to someday. There are the deal breakers to think about: must love the Lord (duh) and be seeking after Him, be confident, humble, have a sense of humor. But I would also love it if he had a beard and liked to drink beer (responsibly!). As my past has shown me, the Lord is faithful to give me what I need, not necessarily what I want. So, I wonder what kind of man he will be.
(2) I also wonder if there will even be a husband in my future. Only time will tell. I do hope there will be one because one day...
(3) ...I want to be a foster/adoptive mom to a whole gaggle of children who need somebody to love them. And to love them not only with earthly love but also with the love of Christ. I would prefer to be married and give these children a chance to have both a mother and a father, and also so that I can have a support system for all the hard things that come along with children who have come from hard lives. I'm terribly, terribly excited for when this day comes!
(4) I love being a psychology major! It's all so interesting and applicable. And for your information, no, I'm not analyzing you. Rather, I'm analyzing me and how I'm reacting to you.
(5) My analysis of myself has led me to understand more of my self. For one, I'm a person with a high need of affiliation. This is the need for close, intimate, warm relationships. This kind of person is also more sensitive/anxious to interpreted cues that somebody doesn't like them, though they are often well liked by people.
(6) My love language is quality time and words of affirmation. I knew I was a quality time person, but I wasn't really aware that I was a words of affirmation person too. But with hindsight, I can definitely see this being true. With the exception of...
(7)...the fact that I also have a high need for honesty. I am a very honest person, but if you can't be honest with me in return, I will have a hard time accepting the things you say. I don't mean honest as in telling the truth, but in being real and not just being "Minnesotan nice."
(8) Along with the love languages assessment, I also took a language of apology assessment. I found out that I am the most receptive of an apology if the other person admits their wrong/responsibility in the matter. When it comes to conflict, I also find the most peace if I can tell the other person why I feel hurt (aka: why they hurt/frustrated me).
(9) Modern technology creates ADD in all of us. Between TV, computers and internet (especially facebook), and cell phones and texting, we are programed to constantly updated and quickly moving from task to task. We, as young American adult society are distracted. I am very much a member! I rarely write anything of a given length and when I do, I make it into a list (such as now). I am constantly wondering if I have a text message or if I have a new notification on facebook. I have a hard time focusing on any one thing for any real length of time. I even have a hard time focusing on the Word, even if I have adequate time to really dig in. I may have slept less my freshman year, but I was more focused then (at least when it comes to homework).
(10) With that being said, I think that I am going to challenge myself. Over break, I'm going to Indiana with my friends Hannah and Steffen for a week and a half. I will leave my phone at home and be rid of the internet (or at least facebook) for that period of time.
As for now: it is 1:30 am, I have laundry to fold, and I'm tired. Good night!
(1) Like any girl, I crave chocolate and think about the kind of man I would like to be married to someday. There are the deal breakers to think about: must love the Lord (duh) and be seeking after Him, be confident, humble, have a sense of humor. But I would also love it if he had a beard and liked to drink beer (responsibly!). As my past has shown me, the Lord is faithful to give me what I need, not necessarily what I want. So, I wonder what kind of man he will be.
(2) I also wonder if there will even be a husband in my future. Only time will tell. I do hope there will be one because one day...
(3) ...I want to be a foster/adoptive mom to a whole gaggle of children who need somebody to love them. And to love them not only with earthly love but also with the love of Christ. I would prefer to be married and give these children a chance to have both a mother and a father, and also so that I can have a support system for all the hard things that come along with children who have come from hard lives. I'm terribly, terribly excited for when this day comes!
(4) I love being a psychology major! It's all so interesting and applicable. And for your information, no, I'm not analyzing you. Rather, I'm analyzing me and how I'm reacting to you.
(5) My analysis of myself has led me to understand more of my self. For one, I'm a person with a high need of affiliation. This is the need for close, intimate, warm relationships. This kind of person is also more sensitive/anxious to interpreted cues that somebody doesn't like them, though they are often well liked by people.
(6) My love language is quality time and words of affirmation. I knew I was a quality time person, but I wasn't really aware that I was a words of affirmation person too. But with hindsight, I can definitely see this being true. With the exception of...
(7)...the fact that I also have a high need for honesty. I am a very honest person, but if you can't be honest with me in return, I will have a hard time accepting the things you say. I don't mean honest as in telling the truth, but in being real and not just being "Minnesotan nice."
(8) Along with the love languages assessment, I also took a language of apology assessment. I found out that I am the most receptive of an apology if the other person admits their wrong/responsibility in the matter. When it comes to conflict, I also find the most peace if I can tell the other person why I feel hurt (aka: why they hurt/frustrated me).
(9) Modern technology creates ADD in all of us. Between TV, computers and internet (especially facebook), and cell phones and texting, we are programed to constantly updated and quickly moving from task to task. We, as young American adult society are distracted. I am very much a member! I rarely write anything of a given length and when I do, I make it into a list (such as now). I am constantly wondering if I have a text message or if I have a new notification on facebook. I have a hard time focusing on any one thing for any real length of time. I even have a hard time focusing on the Word, even if I have adequate time to really dig in. I may have slept less my freshman year, but I was more focused then (at least when it comes to homework).
(10) With that being said, I think that I am going to challenge myself. Over break, I'm going to Indiana with my friends Hannah and Steffen for a week and a half. I will leave my phone at home and be rid of the internet (or at least facebook) for that period of time.
As for now: it is 1:30 am, I have laundry to fold, and I'm tired. Good night!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Girl Who Cried "Boy"
I really am a silly girl. I am the girl who often cries “boy,” and today, it kicked me in the butt.
I sit here in a quiet, dimly lit coffee shop. The kind with musty couches and pretentious hipsters with their Apple computers, horn-rimmed glasses, and notebooks filled doodles and musings. My kind of place.
But in the corner sit two girls who disrupt the very nature of this place. They are speaking louder than the socially acceptable hush. Not only that, but their conversation is not even interesting, but annoying. They gossip, gossip, gossip. Tell boy story after boy story. And not one edifying thing comes out of their mouth. Well, one did proclaim “how nice” someone was, but the forced pleasantness in her voice would suggest that she was grasping at something “nice” to say herself.
I tell you all of this criticizing observation because this is the very trend I have found my own self in, especially in my relationship to the people from dancing. I can easily pick apart people’s dancing skills, social interactions, and emphasize how irritating I may find them. I know how to exclaim pleasantries about someone just to make up for all the gossiping I’ve done. And I definitely know how to gush about and dissect any boy story, big or small.
So today on my way to church I experienced a small encounter with a guy. It is of no matter to tell you. But, when I arrived to church, I gushed about the story to two of my female friends. There was a bit of a “you-silly-girl” tone to their voices but they were also amused.
Anyways, I moved on to go to service. I was going to sit with one of them and Amy. As I was going upstairs (from the fellowship hall in the basement to the chapel on first floor) to service, I saw another friend, whom I haven’t seen in a while, and rushed over to hug her and exchange hellos. In the process I lost the friend and Amy.
So I went to the chapel and walked in to look for them. I looked and looked around, but to no avail. Who I did see, on the other hand, was a bit unsettling to me.
Earlier this fall, I received a large bout of text messages from guy at church. A mere skeleton of the course of events:
-I received a few sporadic texts this summer inviting me to activities but I never responded. I was never able to go and I assumed they were texts sent to the masses.
-One night at the beginning of the fall, he sent something like 10 texts in the course of three late night hours asking why I never responded and accusing me of other things.
-I responded finally after a few more nights of these types of occurrences asking him to stop because I felt overwhelmed by the volume of texts I was receiving.
-He then sent another mass amount of texts telling me I was the one with a problem.
Needless to say, I don’t necessarily feel comfortable or safe about this man.
Back to the original story… This was the first time I had seen him at church since everything had happened. And seeing him left me feeling slightly frightened, so I left the chapel to seek out the friend and Amy. I wanted to find someone and fast to feel safer.
As I went to return downstairs to look for them, the friend came up the stairs with another one of her friends. Sigh of relief. But they started to enter the main level of the chapel, where the guy was. Feeling unsettled, I asked her if we could please go to the balcony. She continued to follow her friend into the chapel. I rushed to explain—“there is someone in there who I want to avoid.” A small laugh hinting at how silly she thought I was came from her mouth and body language. More subtle pleading, “No, really. He sent me a lot of texts and…” Dismissing me, she stated “You can sit up there by yourself if you want to. I’m sitting down here.” And she turned her back and walked away.
In that moment I not only felt frightened but also disrespected. And terribly, terribly hurt. Kind of like a slap in the face—the initial feeling of shock while the pain settles in.
I tried to dismiss the feeling quickly and went back downstairs to search for Amy. Thankfully I found her and thankfully she willingly sat with me in the balcony. And I tried desperately to push away the feelings and tell myself I was okay. But as I sat there in our third row balcony pew, the mixture of being frightened, disrespected, and hurt sank in deeper and deeper, and with it the tears and runny nose. And I wept.
The psych major in me analyzed the situation, and my conclusion is this: the friend was in the right to dismiss me. I am the girl that cried “boy” and hence her reaction to me wanting to avoid one. Even so, I still think my hurt is legitimate and so in part is her responsibility in causing it. I have bad habits, but she made a bad choice.
This moves onto my next thought process. There are a couple more friendships that I have been hurt by lately that are, in principle, similar to this one. It is easy to point fingers and place blame on the other person, but the Spirit has been helping me to identify my own sin in the matter before I confront the other person. Both sides have some responsibility in the brokenness of the relationship. I have bad habits and I've been hurt by their bad reactions. And my struggle now is wanting to repair friendships and confront the wrongs and hurts, but not knowing where my wrongs end and theirs begin. What sin is mine and what is theirs? How much do I claim as mine and how much do I hold them responsible to their own? And how do we turn the whole boat around to stop this broken relationship and turn it into one where we build up and encourage one another? I don't know yet, but I'm praying my way through it.
I sit here in a quiet, dimly lit coffee shop. The kind with musty couches and pretentious hipsters with their Apple computers, horn-rimmed glasses, and notebooks filled doodles and musings. My kind of place.
But in the corner sit two girls who disrupt the very nature of this place. They are speaking louder than the socially acceptable hush. Not only that, but their conversation is not even interesting, but annoying. They gossip, gossip, gossip. Tell boy story after boy story. And not one edifying thing comes out of their mouth. Well, one did proclaim “how nice” someone was, but the forced pleasantness in her voice would suggest that she was grasping at something “nice” to say herself.
I tell you all of this criticizing observation because this is the very trend I have found my own self in, especially in my relationship to the people from dancing. I can easily pick apart people’s dancing skills, social interactions, and emphasize how irritating I may find them. I know how to exclaim pleasantries about someone just to make up for all the gossiping I’ve done. And I definitely know how to gush about and dissect any boy story, big or small.
So today on my way to church I experienced a small encounter with a guy. It is of no matter to tell you. But, when I arrived to church, I gushed about the story to two of my female friends. There was a bit of a “you-silly-girl” tone to their voices but they were also amused.
Anyways, I moved on to go to service. I was going to sit with one of them and Amy. As I was going upstairs (from the fellowship hall in the basement to the chapel on first floor) to service, I saw another friend, whom I haven’t seen in a while, and rushed over to hug her and exchange hellos. In the process I lost the friend and Amy.
So I went to the chapel and walked in to look for them. I looked and looked around, but to no avail. Who I did see, on the other hand, was a bit unsettling to me.
Earlier this fall, I received a large bout of text messages from guy at church. A mere skeleton of the course of events:
-I received a few sporadic texts this summer inviting me to activities but I never responded. I was never able to go and I assumed they were texts sent to the masses.
-One night at the beginning of the fall, he sent something like 10 texts in the course of three late night hours asking why I never responded and accusing me of other things.
-I responded finally after a few more nights of these types of occurrences asking him to stop because I felt overwhelmed by the volume of texts I was receiving.
-He then sent another mass amount of texts telling me I was the one with a problem.
Needless to say, I don’t necessarily feel comfortable or safe about this man.
Back to the original story… This was the first time I had seen him at church since everything had happened. And seeing him left me feeling slightly frightened, so I left the chapel to seek out the friend and Amy. I wanted to find someone and fast to feel safer.
As I went to return downstairs to look for them, the friend came up the stairs with another one of her friends. Sigh of relief. But they started to enter the main level of the chapel, where the guy was. Feeling unsettled, I asked her if we could please go to the balcony. She continued to follow her friend into the chapel. I rushed to explain—“there is someone in there who I want to avoid.” A small laugh hinting at how silly she thought I was came from her mouth and body language. More subtle pleading, “No, really. He sent me a lot of texts and…” Dismissing me, she stated “You can sit up there by yourself if you want to. I’m sitting down here.” And she turned her back and walked away.
In that moment I not only felt frightened but also disrespected. And terribly, terribly hurt. Kind of like a slap in the face—the initial feeling of shock while the pain settles in.
I tried to dismiss the feeling quickly and went back downstairs to search for Amy. Thankfully I found her and thankfully she willingly sat with me in the balcony. And I tried desperately to push away the feelings and tell myself I was okay. But as I sat there in our third row balcony pew, the mixture of being frightened, disrespected, and hurt sank in deeper and deeper, and with it the tears and runny nose. And I wept.
The psych major in me analyzed the situation, and my conclusion is this: the friend was in the right to dismiss me. I am the girl that cried “boy” and hence her reaction to me wanting to avoid one. Even so, I still think my hurt is legitimate and so in part is her responsibility in causing it. I have bad habits, but she made a bad choice.
This moves onto my next thought process. There are a couple more friendships that I have been hurt by lately that are, in principle, similar to this one. It is easy to point fingers and place blame on the other person, but the Spirit has been helping me to identify my own sin in the matter before I confront the other person. Both sides have some responsibility in the brokenness of the relationship. I have bad habits and I've been hurt by their bad reactions. And my struggle now is wanting to repair friendships and confront the wrongs and hurts, but not knowing where my wrongs end and theirs begin. What sin is mine and what is theirs? How much do I claim as mine and how much do I hold them responsible to their own? And how do we turn the whole boat around to stop this broken relationship and turn it into one where we build up and encourage one another? I don't know yet, but I'm praying my way through it.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Silly Selfish People
Too often in life we find solitude in our selfishness and try to blame others for their own. I look back on my relationships and the people that I’ve loved and lost and I see the common thread. It was me looking to find my comfort in them when all along they needed me to do the same for them even more. I had a want and they had a need. Yet I can rationalize losing them by saying it was there own fault. Their actions said they didn’t want me or need me anymore. They didn’t because I was never the person or thing they needed. I never showed them how much I needed them. But I didn’t, not really.
Silly how selfish people find other selfish people. Silly how we try to blame those selfish people and they try to blame us. Silly silly. This circle will continue to go round and round.
Silly how much we don’t deserve what we’ve been given. Selfishly so.
For you see, the only thing silly selfish people need is grace from the Jesus who wants them.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Rantings and Ramblings
My life is full right now, although not packed. But full enough to keep me tired and always on the go. School, work, Swing Club, dancing, church, laundry, friends, family, dates, groceries...the list goes on. I don't mean for this to be a pity rant because I knowingly did and do this to myself. I enjoy a lot of it too, although I do wish I had the freedom of spontaneity. Anywho...that's a quick overview of what has been filling my time.
That's what has been filling my time, but that's not always what's been filling my heart and soul.
I've been running on a spiritually low gas tank for some time now. Part of that is that I make the excuse that I'm too busy or tired to open up God's Word at the end of the day. Clearly, this is no excuse and I'm beginning to feel the effects of making this for an excuse.
I've seen the effects most clearly in the bitterness I feel towards somebody that has and continues to be a hurtful presence in my life. This negative feeling of bitterness has in the course of a week strengthened and festered its way outwards (if you see me flip the bird at any given point, you now know why). I'm not satisfied with my actions. I want to be filled with the forgiveness and love of Christ and not the awful corrosion of bitter hurt and anger.
I want to be filled once again with the guidance of God's Holy Spirit. I want my cup to be overflowing so that I can pour into others with abundance. There are certain people that I have in mind, but also for the sake of Swing Club. I want Christ to be glorified through my relationships, but if I'm starting to run on empty, there's a good chance that I will act selfishly.
I know that my thoughts do not form a cohesive whole, but at least it's an update. And I need desperately to sleep now, so I bid you adieu.
That's what has been filling my time, but that's not always what's been filling my heart and soul.
I've been running on a spiritually low gas tank for some time now. Part of that is that I make the excuse that I'm too busy or tired to open up God's Word at the end of the day. Clearly, this is no excuse and I'm beginning to feel the effects of making this for an excuse.
I've seen the effects most clearly in the bitterness I feel towards somebody that has and continues to be a hurtful presence in my life. This negative feeling of bitterness has in the course of a week strengthened and festered its way outwards (if you see me flip the bird at any given point, you now know why). I'm not satisfied with my actions. I want to be filled with the forgiveness and love of Christ and not the awful corrosion of bitter hurt and anger.
I want to be filled once again with the guidance of God's Holy Spirit. I want my cup to be overflowing so that I can pour into others with abundance. There are certain people that I have in mind, but also for the sake of Swing Club. I want Christ to be glorified through my relationships, but if I'm starting to run on empty, there's a good chance that I will act selfishly.
I know that my thoughts do not form a cohesive whole, but at least it's an update. And I need desperately to sleep now, so I bid you adieu.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Behind the Glass Case
I read multiple books by Elizabeth Elliot this summer. Mostly because I desperately needed to hear what she had to say.
In her most popular book Passion and Purity, she wrote this:
"I wanted to marry a man prepared to swim against the tide. I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women of principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they'd been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only few who will pay full price."
While I am work, I have the opportunity to think a lot. This past week, I thought quite a bit about this quote. While doing so, I came to the realization that I don't always mind being "pawed over." It is momentarily satisfactory to feel wanted, and just like at the store, more people pay attention when there is a sale. But that also means that the value of the desired object is lowered.
When I thought about what was cheap and what was expensive at the store, I equated E. Elliot's full priced items to fine jewelry. Gold and diamonds are expensive and are locked behind a glass case. When people walk into a department store, often they will bypass the fine jewelry for items that are more readily affordable. But when that fine jewelry is really a gem of a girl, it can get lonely watching everybody pass by. It makes one want to put out the Sale sign to catch some attention.
So this is my confession. It's hard to wait for the one who will pay full price. Sometimes I buy into the lie that that kind of man doesn't exist. Sometimes I forget to fight the urge to live a life that speaks of my value (which is found only through Christ). Sometimes I want to be "pawed over."
Sometimes, but not always. I will, by the grace of God, continue to fight the good fight.
In her most popular book Passion and Purity, she wrote this:
"I wanted to marry a man prepared to swim against the tide. I took it for granted that there must be a few men left in the world who had that kind of strength. I assumed that those men would also be looking for women of principle. I did not want to be among the marked-down goods on the bargain table, cheap because they'd been pawed over. Crowds collect there. It is only few who will pay full price."
While I am work, I have the opportunity to think a lot. This past week, I thought quite a bit about this quote. While doing so, I came to the realization that I don't always mind being "pawed over." It is momentarily satisfactory to feel wanted, and just like at the store, more people pay attention when there is a sale. But that also means that the value of the desired object is lowered.
When I thought about what was cheap and what was expensive at the store, I equated E. Elliot's full priced items to fine jewelry. Gold and diamonds are expensive and are locked behind a glass case. When people walk into a department store, often they will bypass the fine jewelry for items that are more readily affordable. But when that fine jewelry is really a gem of a girl, it can get lonely watching everybody pass by. It makes one want to put out the Sale sign to catch some attention.
So this is my confession. It's hard to wait for the one who will pay full price. Sometimes I buy into the lie that that kind of man doesn't exist. Sometimes I forget to fight the urge to live a life that speaks of my value (which is found only through Christ). Sometimes I want to be "pawed over."
Sometimes, but not always. I will, by the grace of God, continue to fight the good fight.
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