New Beginnings

As Fr. Dave said this morning in his homily, 'If the beginning is bad, you won't want to watch the rest of it'.

So Eric and I broke up. He took it a lot better than I thought. I guess he may just have really been in love because he accepted my feelings and still wants to be friends. It was tough to tell him how it wasn't fair to either of us when we didn't feel the same way about each other, and I was upset as well as he was, but he took it well. I'm really glad it worked out, and I know God was behind this and answered my prayers.

Yet before I even started to talk to Eric, there was a boy. He was kind of shy and didn't talk to me much. But when he did, he was very nice, and had this presence around him. We grew to become friends. He became a little hurt when I started dating Eric. Through that relationship, I grew to like him more than a friend, and confided in him and turned to him for guidance. He became a beacon of light to me. And I think that this may be God's will, maybe he wanted me to be with Eric so I could see how great of a bulwark this boy is. I also think God brought me to him to help him. This boy wants to be a Baptist minister, but is afraid to tell his parents or friends. Surely he is first or second in his class, and everyone would think it is a waste of his intelligence. I told him it wasn't a waste at all. It's God's will. In our times, we need more people that have the reverence of God that this man has, more guidance and solace like this boy's. Not a rocket scientist. I think God might have done this on purpose, so we could help each other. This boy is caring and would do anything for anyone. He is a firm believer in abstinence until marriage. The presence about him is admirable. And yet, it seems to me, why would God bring us to be friends? We don't practice the same denomination of Christianity. He is far more reverent than I could ever be, and a better person. But somehow, we have become the best of friends, and I feel some strange feeling that never have I felt before for him. Maybe it's too soon and I'm just feeling the effects of relationship rebound. But God has my pen, and I will let him write on. This beginning looks promising, and I know the story will turn out to be a bestseller, because as long as God is my author, my life is a fairytale.