Life Gets Lonely
Life gets lonely for a widow. It was seven years since Ben died. I found myself attracted to a widower in my social circle. I took classes from him and got to know him better that way. He seemed interested in me.
When he asked me out to dinner, I was ecstatic. I thought this was God’s plan for me to have a husband. After the dinner, I was so excited, I couldn’t sleep. In church the next morning, he mentioned that he hadn’t seen me anywhere and assumed I wasn’t there. I thought, “So he was looking for me.” I accompanied him on a hospital call and thought, “We’d make a great team.”
Watching “A United Kingdom” Together
I continued in the class and we went out to eat afterwards several times. I got to know him and we had laughs together. I talked him into seeing the movie, “A United Kingdom,” about a British woman that married an African who was the chief of his tribe – a replica of my own story. When the man in the movie said, “We can’t see each other anymore because I have to return to my people in Africa,” the man I was interested in said, “I guess this is your story.” We walked out of the theatre at sunset into a beautiful Florida evening and went to his favorite restaurant, talking and laughing about an incident in the theatre. A baby was crying and finally, some of the movie goers ordered the father, “Get that baby out of here!” Somehow, we both thought that incredibly amusing.
I soon realized we were polar opposites in our political and social outlook. He watched Fox News; I watched CNN. He voted for Trump. I voted for Hillary. Although I grew up in the Midwest, I had a global outlook from my marriage. He was encased in his Midwest upbringing. He said, “I bet I can convince you to my way of thinking.” I should have seen that as a red flag, but I was so attracted to him, I was blind. I’m grateful now that he was a perfect gentleman because I was vulnerable.
We Shared our Christian Faith
The one thing we really shared was our Christian faith. However, his approach to Jesus was different than mine. I believed in practicing the presence of Christ. He’d never heard of it.
At one point when we were eating out, I became bold enough to say that I was not looking for a casual relationship with a man, but marriage. He blanched and said, “You’re embarrassing me. You are seven years a widow. I haven’t reached two years.” He later told me he was basically an introvert and liked spending time alone. This was opposite my gregarious nature. I loved being around people.
The Romance is Over
Finally, he told me he hoped I’d find that someone I was looking for. I was devastated. And yet, I believed in God’s providence. I knew that if I wasn’t within God’s will, I would never be happy. Obviously, this wasn’t God’s plan for me. It was hard seeing him around until he went back up north.
Still, I held out hope that when he returned that next fall, we might resume our relationship. I was completely wrong. Now I’m back to the single life. If the Lord wants me to have a husband, He can certainly bring one to me. Life goes on…