We all came back to Clarkson after Christmas break, ready to start a new
semester in the subzero degree temperatures. That first Sunday of the
new semester was an interesting one that was quite unexpected (to say
the least!). After church, a guy from our college ministry group
approached me, asking if it was alright if we met later that day. I
agreed to meet at the Clarkson hockey rink/student center. The
conversation started like this:
him: "So I met with your dad"
me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! (all in my head of course)
him: "and I asked him if it was alright if I courted you. I think you are going to be my wife someday..."
me: "uhhh...can you give me a few days to think and pray about this? I really don't know what to say."
So
that was a Sunday night. I had no idea what to think or do. I had no
interest in being a wife anytime soon (or ever for that matter). But I
didn't want to completely discredit things based on my own fears. When I
saw Caleb on Monday morning, he knew something was up. I told him
everything. "So, what should I do!?" but he didn't have an answer. I
don't remember him saying anything at all.
I was supposed to
meet the future-husband-guy on Wednesday to tell him what I felt God was
saying. Wednesday came fast. I still didn't know what I was going to
say to him. I decided to go running (even though it was -10 degrees). As
I was running back to my dorm, I saw Caleb in a parking lot. He was the
only human around due to the frigid weather. When I saw him, he looked
terrible. When I asked him what was wrong, he asked me what I was going
to tell this other guy.
me: "I'm going to tell him that I only want to be friends."
Caleb: "Ok, well I haven't slept because I really like you too."
More
was said but I won't go into the specifics. I was shocked. At this
point in my life, I didn't want a relationship. Marriage was a very
scary thing. So I ran. Not just away from Caleb that afternoon, but for
the next semester too. I found a co-op (a long internship) in Vermont
and planned to work away from Clarkson and the guys that thought I'd
make a good wife. But you can never run from God and He certainly made
His path clear while I was running away.
To be continued...
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