[snowboarderTim]

Ummm... I've never been married :-P

I was engaged, but then I got dumped. That was a couple summers ago now and I've moved quite past it.

I'm about to graduate uni myself to... about 6 more weeks!!

Oh... and i stayed at college for Easters.... and i broke my wrist falling down the stairs (in a manner of speaking) on Easter Sunday. So that was... inconvenient. At least i won't have to lift a finger for the rest of my college career!

Heh... that's about it.

Oh, and i have a romantic interest/admirer. She's sorting some things out in her life though... so we'll see how that goes. I just want to make sure we make the right choice and do what God wants... i've strayed enough to know it doesn't work well.

Peace out guys ^.^

[guitarfan01]

*wave*

Hello, Beanbon! Life is interesting. I am also perpetually single. *shrug* No problem (leastways, not today).

[beanie]

Oh yeah... I remember all that now Tim. I just read your post from the top of the page, but actually didn't read it ALL ... obviously. Good job with breaking your wrist. I've only broken my finger. And even I didn't do that - my brothers did. Nice!

I was in a relationship with a guy who's posted in this journal (ozguitarist)... for 2 whole years. That was crazy good. Mostly good. Sometimes crazy. And heaps good now, that we're friends after a crappy break up. Bah!

I was proposed to over the summer... in a zoo, over a lunch of hotdogs. Doesn't that scream of romance!? No wonder I said no. Maybe I'll say yes to the next proposal... All it has to be is a step up from hotdogs. Not that hard!

I had something really interesting to say, I'm sure of it. Or maybe I'm just procrastinating from uni work. Oh yeah, Tim - you finish heaps soon. I've still got a good 18 months, but I was hopeful!

Going to see Newsboys tonight - you little ripper!

Galan - don't be sad. God'd not give you desires if He wasn't planning a fulfillment of them.
That's what I reckon anyways.


Peace out hippies!

[beanie]

Last night I went and saw Newsboys, supported by Matt Lucas (who I thought was a different Matt Lucas to the one who actually appeared) and Alabaster Box (who have been around for ages, fairly popular in Oz I’d say, but I never really heard their stuff or got inot them). Both Matt and Alabaster were pleasant surprises. The lead chick from Alabaster had a baby two months ago and has been on tour for the last 3 weeks. That’s just crazy, but I say more power to her!

Newsboys were sensational. They always put on a good show, hey, and they always have ticker-tape blowing machines which automatically puts you in a fiesta type of mood, so I was dancing from the first song all the way to the end. I don’t think I was aware that Phil, the crazy blonde haired guy, was no longer with them and that made me sad, cos he was always great to watch. However, I was not to be too disappointed, as they were fantastic as always. I was stoked cos they did heaps of old school stuff, like Entertaining Angels and Breakfast (which is like, my life theme song). They packed out the theatre which was unexpected from my point of view, but heaps encouraging that there was so many fans in my little city. It made me happy. And they sang ‘Free’ and I had this little dancing possie with my mate Bon and we rocked out so hard. I lost my voice very early in the set. Sweetness.

Afterwards, I randomly ended up talking with James. Now, James and I have known each other through Christian circles for quite a few years. He took me out the other week as a belated Valentines dinner. The place he took me to was… oh my hat, I’d never been to such a place. It was on the river, we sat on the balcony. The fountain was working (rare, perhaps) in the middle of the river, the sun set behind me and there was a gondola taking couples up stream and a soft wind blowing. We ate crocodile, emu and kangaroo and all were freaken sensational! The meals cost a mint and a half and he took care of everything, made me feel like a princess. It was heaps of fun… and then…

I never got a call. Didn’t hear from him in a whole month! Not that I was expecting any romance to develop or anything, but I just thought that was the done thing. Maybe I expected too much?

Last night, we ended up hanging around till everyone else had left and talking on the street for ages, catching up on what’s been happening in the month that’s past.

And then he goes, “What are you doing now?”
And I’m explaining how I live just down the street and how I walked here.
He asks me if I wanna hang out.
Sure I do.
So, off we went to a pub, which I’ve recently fallen in love with. Perhaps because I was so afraid to go to it to begin with (it seems, from the outside, way outta my social league), had the best time when I finally did go and met the man of my dreams there. James’ friends’ band was playing their customary fortnightly gig and they were fabulous.

The man of my dreams, who I hadn’t spoken to or seen for a whole week (shock, horror) came to visit me, as I messaged him to tell him I was there. Man, it was incredible to see him again.

(I’m going to change this blog to ‘The Adventure of the Black Guy and the Glow-in-the- Dark Girl of His Dreams’ cos he’s black and I’m so white!)

Here’s the sticky situation I find myself in:
He’s the man of my dreams.
I’m the woman of his dreams.
He’s not a Christian.
I am.
We’ve got stuff that’s insurmountable so long as he’s living for himself.
And that sucks so so so so so so bad.

It’s great at the same time though cos I’m practicing self-control hardcore.
It’s also great as he’s not willing to do the God thing just for me.

Then, he makes this preposition to me:
How about we just be together. Hug, kiss, hang out etc. Then, when someone who’s more what you are looking for comes along, off you go.

What the flip?
No way.

Firstly, it’s just not a thing that I’m going to be able to do.
Secondly, that’s just screwing with each others hearts like nothing else.
Thirdly, I actually really like you.

So, here’s my thinking:
We can hang out and be mates, cos we actually do get along great and have fun times together.
I can pash on with him all I like with no strings attached.
And then some godly man of my actual dreams (that fits all criteria) is gonna come along and not even look at me because I am not the godly girl of his dreams (that fits all his criteria).

Really. Really. Uncool.


OR

We can hang out and be mates, cos we actually do get along great and have fun times together.
We can practice self-control.
I can pray. He can drink beer.
He could, miraculously, morph into the actual dream man.

Cool.

Or perhaps the actual dream man might come along.

Just as cool.




Here’s the way I’m seeing things:

All guys are lumped together in one mass group and they’re at one level.
Black guy is up a few more levels.
God is on the top level.

Until black guy – or any guy – is up there hanging with the Big Guy and me… There’s just nothing that can be done.

Behold! My sticky situation is not so sticky. It’s simple. There’s no option.

(And that view just stated is not actually how it is with the ‘levels’ thing. We’re all on the same level of course. It’s just a little help of how to view things.)

Wow.

That was long.
As if you’ve got nothing better to do with your life than read all this.
Choose life, I say! Get a wiggle on.

[guitarfan01]

Yeah.

Romance with someone who doesn't love God goes nowhere.

I've watched it with others, and have some (limited) experience myself.

[beanie]

I love popping in for a visit, write some thoughts and leaving again! Not that I intentially do it that way, but it has become the trend in recent years. Still, for those who are still attuned to this blog, I have wonderful news and adventures to share of the past 12 months.

Please read my last post before reading this one, as this one will make a whole lot more sense if you do.

Firstly, Black Guy ... gone. That said, I didn't get rid of him in March last year (which is when I posted that whole thing). It took me several more months. The whole situation actually got worse before it got better. As I wasn't in "a relationship" with the Black Guy, I justified also seeing several other guys that I also wasn't in "a relationship" with. Not hot. So, I think it was about August that I sent this group of unsuspecting guys the same text message: This isn't going to work. I don't want to hear from you again. My request was honoured and that part of my life closed.

What followed was an intense drenching in the Word and the Spirit. God continued to confirm in me his desires for my life and I realised more and more that although there are plenty of Christian guys out there and although some of them agreed and even admired me for the life that I am attempting (by grace and by no means making it), none wanted to join me. I eventually came to the point where I said to God, "I would rather not marry, than marry for the sake of marriage. It's either you, me and the man after your heart, or just you and me." And I actually thought there would be no one and settled that in my heart.

Unsuspecting me.

Simon entered my life. I saw him first at the end of August where he was hanging out in a slum that some bible college students had made and were living in... and I was hanging out there too. Simon had recently been going through his own identity consolodation, which, at the time, made him look like a hobo. He had decided to not cut his hair or shave for ... months. He was shaggy. People say beards give men credibility, like wisdom or something. My opening lines to him were, "Simon. You're looking a lot like Jesus these days. Are you behaving like him?"

Long story short ... Highlights of which include: camping in his backyard, 10pm swims at the beach during the heatwave and yellow roses ... Simon flew to the farm to drive me back to the city after having my wisdom teeth out (and looking especially attractive by the way) and asked me to be his girlfriend.

Huzzah!!

I'd previously dreamed that a God-focussed and ordained relationship would be good, but I'm overwhelmed at just how GOOD it is. We're pretty excited and we know that God is. Our family and friends are as well (as I think parties on both sides were quite worried about us over recent years!).

In other news...

--> 7 months till I graduate with a double degree in Arts/Humanities and Education.
--> I'm an aunt again... this time to a girl named Rebekah Clare. She's the first girl born into our clan since I was born 23 years ago! (In that time, 4 boys have be born. Girls are seriously outnumbered in our family, but we're slowly marrying some more in!)
--> That's right, I'm a sister-in-law again. Brother number 2 married March 27th to a woman named Michelle, who I've met twice (including the wedding day), which is weird, but nice that my brother has a wife now!
--> It's Easter long weekend and Simon and I are going camping!
--> I've been to way too many weddings this year and the floods aren't easing! So far, I've been in 2 and been to 5!

And that is life... as much as I want to share it on a barely updated blog that's read by strangers.

PEACE OUT!

[guitarfan01]

Congratulations, Bonnie.