
ay yi yi.
this week, no wait, this life, has been kind of stressful. and to be completely honest, i am pretty much falling apart. i have never been one to handle stress real well. i worry. and i eat. and i think. and i repeat the cycle, over and over.
i also have not been really close to God. i don't know how or why, but i do know that if you decide to leave Him and go out on your own, He will let you. oh sure, He's still there, waiting for me to return. but i don't feel His presence much. and that feels....crappy.
so there. that is the foundation of the story. and most surely the reason for the stress. but the detail i am stressing about is GETTING MARRIED. oh sure. i have the guy i love. but after nearly 3 years, i am questioning whether i have ever REALLY committed to anything. because i am scared. of commitment, that is. what if i change my mind? what if i am not ready? what if bad things happen? what if my life becomes completely different? what if I MAKE A MISTAKE?
my whole life, i've been afraid of making a mistake. somewhere in me, at an early age, it was suggested that mistakes are bad, and you don't want to make them. and my whole life, i've been trying to avoid them. in the process, i've screwed up tremendously. i mean big stuff. bad, damaging stuff that hurt me, and others. some things i can never repair, and many things that God has healed and turned into something more beautiful. i see my relationship with phillip as one of those good things. a good, beautiful thing.
still. there is that huge. underlying. fear.
anyway, long story short. we have not set a wedding date yet (late summer SEEMED like a long time away a few months ago)! but this week we found out that phillips lease is going to be over in june, because his landlord's daughter has decided to move home to live for awhile. so the question becomes, do we just get married sooner, rather than later, by a few months?
while phillip waits patiently for life to unfold, i fret. and think. and eat. and forget to ask God, who ultimately knows and is not telling, unless i ask.
pray for me that i will stop worrying, and start following.