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I’m Ready, Why Aren’t You, God?

February 8, 2013

Have you ever felt like you were ready to begin the next phase of your life, but that God hadn’t opened the door yet?

Perhaps you’ve been trying to get into colleges, but you didn’t get accepted into any of the ones you wanted.  Maybe you’re job hunting, but nothing is turning up.  Maybe you’re waiting for Prince Charming, but he’s not being very obliging about ringing your doorbell.  Some of my readers might even be trying for a child, but having no success.  Maybe it’s something completely different.

Have you felt like telling God that you were ready and that you wished He’d hurry up and open the door?

Sometimes we’re not as ready as we think we are.

For the past 5-8 years, I have felt like God has had to push me out of my comfort zone to move me forward.  Usually He used my mother to jump start something new, because I really didn’t like change.  Which meant that my mother had to encourage me to go ahead and volunteer different places, to go on and really hunt for a job, to start singing with the church worship team.  Each time, I’ve been a little apprehensive about the new activity, but each time, I have also very much enjoyed the time I have spent doing it.

About six months ago or so, I told my mother that I finally felt “ready” to move on to the next phase of my life.  This was a new feeling for me, and I recognized that I probably wasn’t really ready, even though I felt like it.  We allowed that my success with my job, which I had been very nervous about in the beginning, was helping me to feel that I was ready for a new challenge in another realm – relationships.

So, I was ready.  Or was I?

Another three months went by.  Nothing much had changed.  I should mention here that I have a very good friend that I met about the time that 3G went off to college.  Sir K had helped to fill the void left by 3G not being around all the time.  Over the three years I’d known him, Sir K had become very close.  So when I felt like I was “ready,” although I tried not to assume anything, I did have a pretty good idea who God might have in mind.

So three months ago, I was praying about things, and I began asking “when?”  It was becoming increasingly difficult to be just friends with Sir K.  I had refrained from asking God if this was “the one,” but the cry of my heart was for a deeper relationship, and I felt like I needed to know something now.  Well, apparently God agreed with me, because that night He gave me an answer.  Only one word, but it brought such peace that I knew it was from Him.

“Soon.”

No, it didn’t give me any idea when exactly things would change.  No, I still couldn’t have told you who.  But yes, I was satisfied.  And I was at peace.

Where before I had been “ready,” now I was at peace with the situation.  And in that peace I could be patient.  God would bring it to pass in His perfect timing.  And so He has.

A couple of weeks ago, Sir K and I embarked on something we have termed an Intentional Relationship.  I’ve not been thrilled with the concept of dating as a means to get to know your potential spouse, and on the other side, courtship as defined by the ultra conservatives seemed a little restrictive, besides requiring a lot of parental involvement.  My parents have been helping me transition from child to adult, so the last thing they wanted to do was drive or limit my decision making in terms of a spouse.  So Sir K and I have been finding our own way, through lots of discussions and spending more time with each other and our families.

What point am I trying to make in all this?  I just wanted to encourage all those of you, no matter what door you’re waiting on, no matter whether you think you’re ready or not, all those of you who are contemplating entering a new phase in your life, to wait for God’s timing and His peace before moving forward.  Although I felt like I was ready, I tried very hard not to give any such indication, as I felt that could cloud the issue if my friend was either waiting for God’s okay, or deciding that this was not the direction that God wanted him to go in.  Instead, I lived in the peaceful hope that God would indeed work everything out in His own perfect way, which He has proceeded and is proceeding to do.  He makes all things beautiful in His time.

So what are you “ready” to embark on?  College, a new career, marriage, children?  Whatever door you are waiting for God to open, know that He will open it in His timing, and that it will be well worth the wait.  In retrospect, Sir K and I have each seen things God was teaching us in the last 6 months to a year.  We’ve lost nothing in waiting, and instead have been able to build our foundation of friendship that much stronger.  No matter what you’re waiting for, God will bless you for waiting on His timing.

Sir K and I are excited to see where God will take us in the coming months, we are thankful to Him for His perfect timing, and above all, we desire that He always remain the center of our relationship.

May He bless you as much as He is blessing us.

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A Poem of Thanksgiving

November 21, 2012

I THANK YOU, FRIEND

I thank you, Friend, for the little things,
The gentle word when I’m feeling blue,
The widespread smile when I’ve done well,
That twinkling eye when you’ve a joke to share,
For these little things, I thank you, Friend.

I thank you, Friend, for the larger things,
The patient word when I’m astray,
The encouraging grin when anxiety strikes,
That lighthearted tone to balance my struggles,
For these larger things, I thank you, Friend.

I thank you, Friend, for the greatest things,
The hopeful word when the path is dark,
The hand that points to the narrow way,
That quiet presence when my world shifts,
For these greatest things, I thank you, Friend.

~Homeschool Graduate

Let Me Tell You a Yarn

May 5, 2010

Yes, I mean yarn.  It’s actually an old term for tale or story, and I chose to use it because I thought some of you might like to hear the stories behind the different hobbies I have.  My last post talked about the piano, and now I’ll talk about crochet, knitting, and tatting.

When my family first started homeschooling, my mother formed an informal support group with two other ladies, each of whom had a daughter close to my age.  We girls grew to be good friends.  I loved visiting the other girls’ houses, especially the Princess’s house.  The Princess was and still is an only child, and she could tend to be a little bossy at times, but since she made up better stories than I could, I let her.  She was a year older than me and a grade ahead of me, and she often showed me things she was learning.  For instance, she learned to read Braille, even though she was not blind (I think they either had a relative or a friend who was).  Then one day, she showed me something she was making.

I don’t know if it was for art, or even if it they were counting it as school, but the Princess was learning to knit.  At the time, I couldn’t follow what she was doing, so I wasn’t all that interested, but I stored the information away in my brain.

A few years later, I was visiting another friend, whom I’ll call the Mathematician.  She told me about a recent visit from her grandmother, and how her grandmother had wanted to teach her how to tat.  I didn’t have the foggiest idea what tatting was, but again, I stored the information away.  From my friend’s story, tatting was something pretty girly, and I sometimes didn’t like girly things.

Fast forward several years.  I had to do practical arts in 7th and 8th grade, and Mom wanted me to do some baking, cooking, and gardening, but she asked me if there was anything else I wanted to learn.  I remembered seeing the Princess’s knitting.  I asked if I could learn to knit.

My mother suggested that crochet might be easier and more fun, and that she had an aunt who crocheted, so I would be able to ask her questions should I need to.  I didn’t have any reasons why not, so I agreed.  Mom found a teach-yourself-crochet book (Susan Bates) and got me some variegated yarn to use.

During the first few weeks, Grandma came for a visit (this is prior to my grandparents moving into their apartment on my house), and we told her what I was learning.  Grandma told me that her mother was always disappointed that neither Grandma nor her sister ever learned to crochet, something Great Grandma did very well.  Grandma was very pleased that I was now learning the skill.  Later on, Grandma passed down two sweaters, crochet-work of her mother’s.

I quickly mastered the basics and moved on to making things.  One of my first projects was to make two stuffed animals; a turtle and a giraffe.  I used the patterns in my book, and the turtle was pretty simple.  The giraffe, on the other hand, was a learning experience because I wanted it to have spots.  I used two colors and quickly decided that switching between colors was not for the faint-hearted.  I have learned better ways to do it since, mostly in response to that first attempt.

Today, I love to crochet.  I have made a variety of things, from dish cloths and pot-holders to a baby afghan to book marks to refrigerator magnets.  Sometimes I use a pattern, sometimes I make things up as I go along.  Sometimes I use a drawing and lay my work on it to give me an idea of what to do next.  When I make doll clothes, I often use the doll itself to help me figure out a pattern.  Sometimes I use yarn; for my magnets I use embroidery thread or bedspread weight cotton.

After I had gotten pretty good at crochet, I decided to take a whirl with knitting.  I got Susan Bates’s knitting book and started working in knit and purl.  Knitting never came as naturally to me as crochet does, but I learned the basics and can pick it up when I need to.  Some projects are better done in knit than in crochet, but for the most part, knitting is more limited than crochet.

Later still, I was shopping in a craft store and found a book on tatting.  Remembering my conversation with my friend the Mathematician, I picked up the book and investigated.  Tatting looked interesting, so I bought the book and the materials.  At first, tatting gave me trouble.  I couldn’t keep track of what was going on because my thread was so thin and the stitches so small.  I set tatting aside for a while.  Last fall I came back to it, and this time I made sense of the stitches.  I used a slightly bigger thread and tatted some lace edging for a handkerchief (which my grandmother displays rather than hiding in her pocket!).

Maybe you’ve thought of learning one of these skills.  Maybe you think you don’t have the time or patience.  Maybe you do.  Crochet especially can be learned quickly, and you can make some pretty useful articles even with the easiest stitches.

At least you can store this yarn away and pull it out someday when you are given an opportunity to learn something new!

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