Getting to and leaving the docks

The first blog: who I am, and why I am starting this:

I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. In high school I didn't date, but not on purpose just because it was a small town and didn't want to commit to flirting just to one guy. In college, I spent my first year flirting with tons of guys-- and then my Phil of the future, my dream guy that I was determined to marry. I barely knew him, but I figured there he would be worth the wait-- and I was having tons of fun in college in the meantime. Three years later Phil and I start actually spend time together and I quickly realized that who I thought he was in my mind isn't even close to reality... I met phil at a large baptist church in college- and there were a lot guys in this group many being tall, skinny, and very focus on a specific career. I didn't give this group much attention. I barely could keep names straight.
After being" hi there"friends with Skip and Mick (tall skinny focus guys) for a few years we transition into real friends. And not only were we real friends but the masses of people I typically spent all my time with moved away. I learned that they were ridiculously fun. My roommate thought mick was hot, and extremely encouraged me to flirt with him b/c she thought we would be a cute couple. I tried my best but always ended up being close to skip. At that point I didn't like him at all. And he was very anti marriage, settling down, normal life-- I had a hard enough time with relationships with guys looking for a bride no way would I waste my time crush'n on skip. I just loved being their friend and leaving my time with them with aches from smiling and laughing. Well like everyone in my life mick went left town pursuing a job and our trio became a duo. This didn't change things we still hanged out. Skip being a smart tall career guy suddenly got his ideal jobs left and right and these jobs had him leave the country typically for 2 weeks at a time. Now I am at home alone waiting for my friend to come back and I realize- that I have a little crush-crush on this boy. He was a guy who I never before would describe as my type, he never wanted to marry, he consistently was leaving and I liked him. Who was I becoming? Well after this realization a quick month past(where most of it skip was out of the country) he went to visit his parents for Christmas in the south-- and didn't return. Left all his stuff, his car, and started a new job. This killed me. I was so mad! Not only did I like him, but he was my last real friend in my baptist circle. I left like I lost so much! A few months later he came back for a job he was committed to and for his stuff. I only got to hang out with him for a few hours. Which was good--but he was distracted he needed to get ready for a big job and move in very little time.. I didn't feel good about how things ended. Time past, we were still friends but not often. He moved to England I moved to WI. And somehow we still talked on Skype once or twice a month. I still got giddy talking to him- but not waiting around for him. I didn't date anyone in this time but was playing around with the idea with a few hearts. I loved my time in WI. Loved it. But my time was up there and had a good camp opportunity in MN. So I took it. It's HARD leaving a job you love, but I think it made it even harder when you are at a place that treats God-- the one who created and made us, worthy of all our praise- in a way that personally offended me. Taught kids about that I thought was completely untrue. And on top of all that I worked on a zip line that didn't met code and had the potential of causing someone to die. Obviously,I wasn't in a good place, cried all the time, thought about quitting 3-4times a week. And when day when I was all alone sitting on top of the climbing tower so depress about my situation, The Lord spoke to me. Not about my awful situation but about skip. He told me I was going to marry him. Even now, a whole year and a half later- it stills scares me to death that God spoke to me and told me clearly that then. Skip left me to become a missionary. Skip doesn't want to get married. His time zone was 6 hours a head of mine!!
God is God. He can do some crazy things. He told me who I was going to marry to a guy where the relationship isn't close to developing into romance, even now a year and a half later.
In this time, God has pressed on my heart the story of abram. Whom God spoke to and told him he was going to be father of a great nation and had him wait 25 years until he fulfilled it. 25 years!!! That is my entire life! We skip over that 25 years so easily in the bible, and when God was teaching me this story yet again in this journey, I felt like I needed to share my experiences in this season of waiting. So here I am blogging... Even though this post seems like forever it's only a snip-it of the past. And we know where the story is going to end(me with skip- and a deep understanding that god is faithful ) but I ask that you come along with me for the season of waiting and discovery God being faithful to his promises.