There is tornadic weather stirring, and I am not talking about outside. Blown away by winds of confusion & emotions; my heart is ready for the wind to die down. The tornado sirens in my head are giving me a headache and making my jaw tense up.
And the tornado of people that came into Red Mango after their precious college world series game, thinking they can use eight sample cups. Do you know what happens when you misuse the sample cups, Mr. “I-think-I’m-so-cool-I am-going-to-ask-the-Red-Mango-worker-out-using-her-first-name-because-she-has-a-name-tag-even-though-I-can’t-drive-yet”? Well what happens is that the boss makes one of the workers stand there, welcoming everyone like an awkward idiot offering two samples per person so that the cup usage is no longer exploited.
It was fun denying sample cups to the brats whose parents pay for them to go to every game of the series, I will admit.
I love how He knows what I need. Last night I had a random skype chat with a random friend. And we vented about being the only single ones & feeling like backups. Texted less, asked to hang out less, and understood less. He told me about his grandpa, whose friends were all dying on him, and how he felt they had a lot in common. We talked about family members always trying to set us up and “solve” our problem of singleness. And we talked about how easy it is to forget that singleness is such a gift, and that having our bed all to ourselves could be hard to give up someday.
I’m not going to lie, I desperately needed that conversation.
There is one special person for everyone. His name is Jesus, he said.
Amen, friend.
I just need to keep reminding myself before I go & Whitnify everything up into a billowing tornado to sit, be still, stop squirming, and let Him give me what He knows I need.
Comments
Post a Comment