What is not to love about my life? I have a well-paying low-stress job, and have an opportunity for an internship at my favorite place in the world. I live with a God fearing family, and pay peanuts for room and board. I have friends and the most amazing girl waiting for me in Michigan. How could I possibly be dissatisfied?
In case you didn’t catch it, She’s in Michigan! I knew it was gonna be like this when we began the relationship, but it was really inevitable. And now here I am, in what should be one of the best times of my life, wishing I would wake up 1,300 miles East Northeast of here.
The way I feel seems to deny everything I live by, and every word of encouragement that has ever escaped my lips. Why can my words not bring comfort to me? I know all the right answers… “Witholding anything physical from a pre-marriage relationship will never hurt it, if it is what it’s supposed to be,” and “This is just another stage in the relationship… we’re in no hurry,” and who could forget “This is gonna be fun,” and “I’m not worried.” It’s all true, but I’m having a hard time already and it’s only been three weeks. I know absence makes the heart grow fonder, but if my heart grows any fonder of Rachel, it’ll blow up!
“So, what’re you gonna do about it?”
Somehow I knew you’d ask that. I suppose I need to get my mind on the present, concentrate on what I’m doing, and enjoy every moment I have to talk with Rachel.
And leave the rest up to God because He knows what He’s doing. And He’s a lot better at this than I am.
“See, you didn’t need me.”
But it’s still hard.
“Nobody said it was gonna be easy. If she’s all you say she is, then she’s worth working and waiting for.”
She is. I know she’s worth it.
“Alright, it’s settled then. That wasn’t so hard. So what’s the next step?”
I’ll go to bed, get up tomorrow morning and go to the interview. Play it by ear.
“Good plan, Steve.”