On trust...
Trusting someone requires a person to open himself/herself up to the possibility of being hurt later. It is a step of faith in every sense of the word.
Sunday was not a good day. For those of you who belong to Broncos nation, you know what I'm referring to. For the latter half of the afternoon, during the debacle that was the first half, I was miserable. And yet even as the situation continued to deteriorate, the second half ended up being not nearly as excruciating, and I dare say it was…enjoyable.
My mom always described me as a trusting soul. For whatever reason, believing another and their version of the story came easily. Somehow, even very early on, I realized it often came down to one's perspective; the proverb "never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins" (I quote it as I learned it in elementary school) registered deeply within me.
I made up my mind Saturday night that I was going to let the young lady I had been on a few dates with know that I was going to stop seeing her until this other guy was completely out of the picture. I texted her late and suggested we chat sometime after the big game. To make a long texting story short, the next day the planned phone call became watching the second half of the game together.
She was very warm and welcoming upon my arrival. I had assumed when she said "Super Bowl Party" that there would be 10-15 people there. Instead, it was the young married couple she is friends with, their 2 youngest sons, my 'date', and her son. Somehow at the end of the game we ended up alone and I took the opportunity to share with her my thoughts on the situation. I explained that I was enjoying getting to know her, that mutual friends (which include her pastor, who is also her small group leader, and a married couple I'm very close with) spoke highly of her, but as long as this other guy was in the picture I was going to hold off on getting to know her for the time being.
She responded, quite firmly, that she was (and I quote) "100%…done" with him the biggest reason being that he's an atheist and that she knew she needed a man of faith in her life. She added that she had been praying for me for some time and believed God had brought me back into her life for a reason. I trusted her.
Children are amazing with their honesty. They're simply too naive to know how and when to filter thoughts. When the end of the evening came and it was bedtime for the little ones, I offered to help take some of her belongings out to her car. As I was standing outside with her son waiting for her to come on out, he asked me "Are you coming home with us tonight?" My response was simply, "No, not tonight." But I was tempted to add "…I'm a Christian, and things are going to be different from now on."
Last night, we had dinner together. She had a number of questions regarding my travels and family and the conversation flowed. We discussed past relationships once again and I could sense something was a tad off. However, the night ended well and I know I had caught her attention on the way home (in a good way) and she suggested several things we might do or places we might go next time.
But as I said, something seemed a bit off midway through the night. This morning, my fears were confirmed with a newspaper article and video. Even if she has been truthful in proclaiming she is done with this guy, as a friend of mine put it:
My mom would often add my personal character trait of trust can be to a fault. For the record, I would like to continue seeing and getting to know this girl. But I think this is one of those times where Mom likely knows best.
Sunday was not a good day. For those of you who belong to Broncos nation, you know what I'm referring to. For the latter half of the afternoon, during the debacle that was the first half, I was miserable. And yet even as the situation continued to deteriorate, the second half ended up being not nearly as excruciating, and I dare say it was…enjoyable.
My mom always described me as a trusting soul. For whatever reason, believing another and their version of the story came easily. Somehow, even very early on, I realized it often came down to one's perspective; the proverb "never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his moccasins" (I quote it as I learned it in elementary school) registered deeply within me.
I made up my mind Saturday night that I was going to let the young lady I had been on a few dates with know that I was going to stop seeing her until this other guy was completely out of the picture. I texted her late and suggested we chat sometime after the big game. To make a long texting story short, the next day the planned phone call became watching the second half of the game together.
She was very warm and welcoming upon my arrival. I had assumed when she said "Super Bowl Party" that there would be 10-15 people there. Instead, it was the young married couple she is friends with, their 2 youngest sons, my 'date', and her son. Somehow at the end of the game we ended up alone and I took the opportunity to share with her my thoughts on the situation. I explained that I was enjoying getting to know her, that mutual friends (which include her pastor, who is also her small group leader, and a married couple I'm very close with) spoke highly of her, but as long as this other guy was in the picture I was going to hold off on getting to know her for the time being.
She responded, quite firmly, that she was (and I quote) "100%…done" with him the biggest reason being that he's an atheist and that she knew she needed a man of faith in her life. She added that she had been praying for me for some time and believed God had brought me back into her life for a reason. I trusted her.
Children are amazing with their honesty. They're simply too naive to know how and when to filter thoughts. When the end of the evening came and it was bedtime for the little ones, I offered to help take some of her belongings out to her car. As I was standing outside with her son waiting for her to come on out, he asked me "Are you coming home with us tonight?" My response was simply, "No, not tonight." But I was tempted to add "…I'm a Christian, and things are going to be different from now on."
Last night, we had dinner together. She had a number of questions regarding my travels and family and the conversation flowed. We discussed past relationships once again and I could sense something was a tad off. However, the night ended well and I know I had caught her attention on the way home (in a good way) and she suggested several things we might do or places we might go next time.
But as I said, something seemed a bit off midway through the night. This morning, my fears were confirmed with a newspaper article and video. Even if she has been truthful in proclaiming she is done with this guy, as a friend of mine put it:
"Not good. This just seems rushed and most importantly unhealthy for [her son] to see or be made aware of another man in their lives."
My mom would often add my personal character trait of trust can be to a fault. For the record, I would like to continue seeing and getting to know this girl. But I think this is one of those times where Mom likely knows best.

