I had NO idea what to do next. I spent my “well deserved” holiday a bit concerned. I wasn’t qualified to go to college. I didn’t want to anyway. There was no way I wanted to work at the bank. I was starting to wonder if I would end up in a supermarket, just as my maths teacher had said.
At the same time, there were three things I felt strongly about: I had a feeling I wouldn’t marry a South African. I had a feeling I would travel. I had a feeling I would marry a pastor.
While I dated South African guys, I didn’t meet one I wanted to marry. Over the years there were a few serious proposals which I happily turned down. Some were pastor-types. Now they were interesting. One took me out for dinner. Forget about “should you kiss on your first date?” He proposed to me all the way home and kept going at the gate. He talked about a how I could help him in his ministry. What an asset I would be to him. He was desperate. I was desperate too. I couldn’t wait to get out of the car. He became pretty famous- for doing the wrong thing.
Another one was a full on, “no pork, no bacon” type. We had met at joint youth camps over the years. He was the most eligible pastor’s son and in much demand among the young girls. I needed a partner for a banquet so I plucked up all the courage I could find to call him. He courteously told me he was dating someone but something could be arranged. He called the next day to say he was available. After lots of interrogation as to how it happened, I had a date.
He had a fancy sports car and Val made sure he got lots of avocado sandwiches. He kept coming back. He didn’t like that I wore earrings or make-up. He tried to convince me that eating bacon was the cause of my bad eyesight. There were lots of rules and regulations except for the ones that really mattered. We argued about everything and we didn’t last long.
A lot of time was spent getting them to keep their hands to themselves. They didn’t make it easy for me to stick to my guns. It wasn’t my fault I was “so irresistible.”
I knew what I wanted, and it wasn’t that.
In our youth group, we were encouraged to write down the qualities that we wanted in a husband. My list was long. It was a perfect description of Jesus; except he played a guitar.
That last sentence is a gem Lin. x
Your patience paid off Lin, with the awesome man you have at your side today x
Can’t wait for Blog 28 (you have two 26’s), and get excited every time I see a new one waiting to be opened :-)))