A few weeks back I heard this phrase: "want God to laugh at you? Tell him your plans for the next six months." That's a paraphrase, but I'm sure you get the gist of it. Something has happened in my life that I am still scratching my head over, its a good thing, a blessing, but something I totally was not thinking about. I have met and started dating someone. I have a girlfriend. We have been dating about six weeks.
Six months ago, the very idea of getting involved in a relationship like this was almost laughable. I probably would have laughed if someone had said I would be in a relationship.
Its been an amazing experience getting to know her. She is kind, funny, smarter than me (which is one a good thing and not too hard to be); she's a Lutheran, her father is an LCMS pastor in Ft. Wayne, and she laughs at my bad jokes. She has two beagles, Heidi and Gracie, who she calls affectionately "the girls."
I've met her parents last weekend. And over the Thanksgiving holiday I'm sure I'll meet her brother and sister-in-law. She talks alot about her brother and his wife. About ten years ago he and a friend biked across the country, it took 44 Days to go across the country from west to east. And he also goes to France every year for the Tour de France. He sounds like an interesting cat.
My girlfriend, who I shall dub Guns for this blog (a nickname I bestowed upon her right after we started dating), works in one of the local hospitals as a labtech and she loves her job. We have odd working schedules, so we see each other when we can and strangely, its been working okay. There is some frustration that we can't see each other more often, but in this case maybe its quality of time is better than quantity, yes? I don't know.
So, there it is. I'm dating someone, I'm not sure how she fell into my lap, but she did and I'm thanking God for her, everyday.
