Trisha
was only twenty-two years old. She was a ‘normal girl’ as she described
herself. She did the ‘normal’ things
girls her age do- club, drink get in and out of relationships for the fun of it
and so on. As far as she was concerned, that was a normal thing. She did not
particularly like the taste of vodka, red wine or champagne but she drank them
anyway. She hated the sweaty arms that always rubbed against hers in the clubs
and the smell that came out of those places, but she went anyway. According to
her, that was the price to pay to fit into the society of today.
All
along, she had always been a religious girl, went to church every Sunday and
even attended mid week services occasionally. As she neared the marriageable
age as defined by her, she started frequenting church more. She became a regular
face at the singles’ meeting, and other programs organised by the Church. She
not only frequented her own local Church, but other Churches, as long as she
felt a number of eligible bachelors would be present.
She
wanted to marry a God-fearing man and not just a passive church goer like
herself. That way, she felt she would not have to worry about his
unfaithfulness, keeping late nights or even have trust issues with him. She
wanted a man that they could cuddle up together on a Friday night and not someone
that would send her a text at 9pm at night saying “hanging out with the boys at the bar tonight, don’t wait up for me”. As
she sculpted her perfect spec for a husband, it never for once occurred to her
that she probably wasn’t the kind of lady that man would be looking for.
“Look who we have
here?” She heard
a voice say behind her. It was Rob.
“Nice of you to
come and I’m sure you’ll now agree with me when I said you’ll like the program”
he continued.
“You’re right, I
absolutely loved it”
she replied.
“Great! Which means
we’ll be seeing more of you here?”
Rob asked?
“I have my own
local church, but I’ve been looking to change churches for some time no. Looks
like you were God sent after all”.
That was the truth; Trisha had been looking to change churches. According to
her, her current Church didn’t have enough eligible bachelors so she wanted to
leave.
Two
months on, Trisha had only managed to get Rob’s number and nothing more.
Rob
was a very focused and unassuming young man. With him, what you see is what you
get. He had no hidden agendas whatsoever. God was his first love. Anytime, he
mounted the altar to lead the worship session, miracles were bound to happen,
men, women and even children would be moved to tears as they worshiped their
Maker. He was truly anointed.
Trisha
had continued to fantasize about him as her future husband. She would link the
events that led to their initial meeting as ‘God’s way of bringing them
together’ There was virtually nothing he could say to her that she wouldn’t
interpret to mean that he liked her. She was always around him. She would call
him just to make sure ‘he got home safe’ after the Youth Fellowship. In all of
these, as far as Rob was concerned, Trisha was just a very caring lady. It
wasn’t until pointed out to him that he thought Trisha liked him that he
started noticing it too.
The
other day at Alex’s birthday dinner, Trisha insisted to sit beside Rob, offered
to drop him off as his car was in the garage and even asked herself over to his
house the following day to help him give his flat a little make-over. At that
point, Alex had casually mentioned it to Rob but he just brushed it off and
paid no attention it.
As
time went on, Trisha’s crush on Rob became more glaring. Immediately, he took
it to the Lord in prayer and asked the Lord if she was the woman for him not
because he liked her, but because he did not want her to waste her time or lead
her on like Alex had pointed out.
“Hey Trisha, I need
to talk to you? Will you be free after service today?” he asked her over the phone that
Sunday morning.
“Yes sure, no
worries” she
responded.
Immediately
she hung up, she started guessing and second guessing what it was he wanted to
talk to her about. She was convinced it had to do with the fact that he liked
her too. She was very nervous and excited at the same time. She even changed
her Blackberry status to “This is the day
that the Lord has made it and I will rejoice and be glad in it”
“I don’t really
know how to say this” Rob
started off as they made their way to an empty room after the service.
“Okay, here’s the thing, Alex seems to think you like
me in a romantic way, is he right?”
He blurted out all at once. Trisha wasn’t sure how to respond and she wasn’t
sure where the conversation was headed but, she decided to be honest anyway.
“Errrm....” she took a long pause. “Errrr, Alex might be right, sort of” she
finished. By this time, she could no longer look him straight in the eye, she
was so shy.
“Wow, in as much as I guessed you’d say this,
I was hoping you wouldn’t”.
She
couldn’t believe what was coming out of Rob’s mouth. She had thought he was
going to say something about liking her and they should both pray about it. But
no, this was totally different from the script she had prepared in her mind.
“I’m really sorry
Trisha, but I don’t feel the same way. I only realised you might have felt this
way when Alex pointed it out to me. I immediately took it to God in prayer and
He said ‘no’. I had to let you in on this right away as I didn’t want to
continue “leading you on” as Alex described it.”
“What do you mean
as Alex described it?” Are you trying to say you were not aware that you were
leading me on? You’d sit beside me at every Youth fellowship meeting, called me
at 12.00am on the dot on my birthday and even bought me a gift. You called me
from time to time just to “check up on me and teach me the scriptures, we’d go
on evangelizing walks together. In fact, I was certain you arranged for me to
be paired with you as your evangelism partner”
At this point, Trisha was getting a lot angrier
Rob
was confused; he wasn’t sure how to react. He did not know whether to apologise
or not, ‘cos left to him, he hadn’t really done any wrong. Just as he still
gathered his thoughts together and plan his next course of action, Trisha stomped
off and that was the last he saw of her.
Every
now and then, he prays for her, hoping she’ll encounter his Jesus sometime
soon.
Morale
of the story: Be the kind of woman your future husband should be looking for.
True Story!!!
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