What the heck is wrong with me?!
So my boyfriend, my boo, my other half that I constantly brag about to my mother and tell myself just might possibly be "the one" writes blogs just like this at LiveJournal. Tonight, just to blow off some extra energy before I lay myself down to sleep, I decided to read through some of his old entries from the past couple years. Mostly filled with great vocabulary words and the really deep, insightful thoughts I've come to adore, I was intrigued to get a glimpse into his life that I can't see otherwise.
Then came the bombs, those great big words that jump right off the blinding computer screen and splatter all over my sugar-coated heart, deteriorating the obsession I'd slathered all over it. "I'm in 'love'." "I'm in a relationship..." Sounds awesome! Except when I read on, I found the girl he was describing doesn't fit me. Another lover. Another devotion. Another woman.
It hurts. I'm tempted to call the whole thing off, flop myself down on my bed and bawl my eyes out. I'm angry that I'm not the only girl he's ever been attracted to, somehow angry at God for not blinding him until I appeared. But then God lovingly grabs my heart and reminds me of these things:
1. My Hypocrisy - Gosh, if he looked through my Xanga entries, I'd be embarrassed. How much of my past has been dictated by the guys I've liked or dated or crushed on? It's ridiculous. And I'm expecting him to have never done the same? Pish-posh. This is definitely one area in which I'm asking God for a little soul-revamping.
2. My Timing - Uh, they're over. Present tense? Me. The issue? Trust. Yeah... I'm learning to believe him when he says he loves me. That means me. Not Johanna or Sarah or Myra or... Heck, I should be thanking them for being a part of God's work in shaping his heart up until now, that heart that I so adore.
3. My Misplaced Obsession - God: "When will you learn, my child, how much I obsess over you and crave your obsession over Me, too." Me: "Maybe when I'm married and I get everything I want! If everything passes my inspection, maybe I'll decide You're worthy of my time." God: *shakes his head in exasperation and cries* ...
Me: *finally starts to get it*
[See... Xanga entries really are therapeutic.]
[[If you have any wisdom on this topic, please share. That's why I write. Along with praying for personal revelation as I type, of course.]]