Finally...an answer...

I haven't written because things have been going really well for me. Life has been great. So that is why I haven't blogged. When things are good, you don't blog. At least that is the case for me!

An offshoot of my Church Bible study is a Men's morning time of prayer and sharing. It started with me needing an accountability partner (at her request). Another man wished to join, so it was the three of us, for the past few months. This other man, lets call him Allen, actually had met my parents before. So Allen and I started going to church together. He would come to my home to pick me up for church. He was always early and I always late. So he would come in and chat with my parents. One Sunday I awoke to get ready, and as I was about to take a shower, I heard my parents arguing. So I came down to see what was going on.

My mom (who has been unable to drive due to health reasons) wanted to visit my sister but for some reason (stubborness?), my dad was resisting. By the time I came down he had changed his mind. But now, the stubborn pendulum had swung the other way, and my mom didn't want to go anymore. (Incidentally, I have lots of flaws and stubborness is one of them!). So I offered to drive my mom, but I said that Allen was coming to take me to church. Then my dad said he would go to church with Allen! So Allen showed up and there I was unshaven and in my pajamas (not actually pajamas, but sweatpants and a T shirt). He didn't seem surprised to see me. And when we suggested that my dad would go in my place to church, Allen was fine with it. So with the switch complete, I went with my mom to my sister's place and my dad went to my church with Allen.

We had a great time with my sister, we went out to eat and hung out and my mom seemed pretty happy.

Later on I found out that my dad and Allen had a great time together. Of course, my parents didn't say a thing about that. I had to find out from Allen. And then Allen told me that he brought up the subject of my marriage and the woman I have been seeing for three years. And my dad said that they were fine with it and that they didn't mind us getting married!

Shocker number one.

A couple of weeks later, I was at work and my parents called Allen. It was early evening a little after 7 pm and they asked him if he would come over. Normally he wouldn't go out that late, as he sleeps somewhat early, but he went over to my house (yes, I still live at home with my parents). Then my parents prayed with him and prayed for my girlfriend by name that we would get married, and get married soon!

Shocker number two.

This was amazing and a true answer to prayer. I was waiting for my parents to approve and they finally did. I was doing this because the Bible clearly says to honor your parents. So finally honoring them had paid off! After three years of waiting... you know, she had only been to my house one time. And she had only met my parents twice, the first time was the day we met, and the second time was at our house. She hadn't seen or spoken to my parents in three years! At their choice. And she was still standing by me. She was still waiting for me. What a woman! how many people would wait like that? Not many. Yet another reason to love her.

When I called her and told her, she was doubtful. She just didn't believe, but she said that time would tell if my parents were being genuine. And yet even though they agreed there were no overtures on their part to reconcile the relationship or to start communication. She must still be hurt, I could see that. But this is a major step forward and an answer to prayer from many people. The next step was to get a ring, take my final exam, and talk to her father and then propose in a crazy, shocking, off-beat way to show her my love (I don't have much money for the ring so the proposal will have to carry the weight of my love rather than the carats!).

To show you how strange my mind is. Above, when I wrote the word pajama, my mind started moving (I know, she is saying FINALLY!). I was thinking about how we always have seen children with pajamas, and they still wear them. And even the adults used to wear pajamas as well. I remember watching "I Love Lucy" and "The Christmas Carol" and seeing them wearing pajamas. But now no adults wear pajamas anymore at least not on television. And at home? Perhaps some wear sweatpants but no PJs. So why is that the case? I think because television dictates our lives. And vice versa. Television and life parallel each other. And instead of Desi and Lucy putting on pajamas and laying in beds exactly 36 inches apart (or whatever it was), now we see what people do in and out of bed! So the pajama has fallen by the way and replaced with lingerie.