Getting Dumped

This is still very raw. I may be doing this to try to find some sense in it as I write. If it will help someone else that's all the better.




This moved way to fast. We kept God in it. We prayed together by telephone every night.



He is in Nebraska. I am in Florida. He left me a message on Reunion or one of those high school sites. I answered. Then waited and waited. I thought about calling him but did not. Finally, he answered on the site. We then switched to email and then to telephone. Four weeks later it was over.



Before it ended, we talked of everything. We could talk for four hours and never run out of anything to say. We watched the Masters - he in Nebraska, me in Florida with a telephone to each of our ears. We commented and found that we had the same favorite players. He was going to teach me to play golf when we finally got to get together.



My favorite part was we always ended with prayer. He said it except for twice when he had very little voice. I loved the prayer covering.



I could hardly wait for the phone to ring every night. We had already exchanged at least two emails each morning.. We were growing so close. We could finish each other's sentences in that short a time.



Then, all of a sudden, the next weekend it got very quiet. On Monday night, I got it out of him. He had found someone new. He told me he had thought about not going to that dinner. A little late now.



We moved too fast even though it had a good base and we were praying together. I think it is God's will for it to end. Who knows what will happen in the future. I am not waiting to see. I am going on with my life and leaving it all up to God.



This is not the finished product. I did want to get it out in case someone else needs it right now.



Trust in God. Depend on God. Everything does not make sense right away. It may take awhile but then you will be able to look back and say "Now, I see". I am waiting for that day..

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