How quickly. . .

I have so many things I could write about and would like to write about. But somehow the time and the story walk past me. Somehow the gathering up of feelings and the emotions I'd like to share just dance on past and remain right here, with me. . .

But today as I had my time with the girl I mentor, I was reminded of how I used to feel. . . long, long ago.

Alone, single, never having been dated, in college I used to mourn these facts. It sometimes made me feel like an odd ball. And in springtime when romance seemed to be making everyone cuckoo, I would watch, pine and wonder. Why not me? Why not now?

I remember how my being alone brought me many opportunities to talk to God. How I would cry out to him, and pray for him to prepare a husband for me. I remember how God would speak to my heart, reaffirming my value and worth in him. Assuring me of my beauty in his eyes, and not to worry if it went unbeheld by man. I remember how God gave me so many girls who I could share my story of waiting with. I remember. . . .

And yet somehow the feelings associated with that time have grown so dim, as if a dream of a book once read. Yet God used those experiences to shape me and to help me become who I am now.

Time has flown by, I am a wife and a mother of two young ones. I no longer have the time I used to have. . . Today I was reminded of where I have been. I was reminded of what God has done in my life. How he brought me into the life of one very lonely man- Janis- my husband. God never tires of writing love stories. And how quickly I forget where I have been and the feelings that so engulfed my lonely heart.