Content from Sincerely Sandy
Does God Have A Sense Of Humor?
It has been over thirty years since I have been on a date. I am a tad rusty. Not only am I rusty, I am petrified.
This very nice, eligible gentleman has been calling me for over two months. He has asked me to dinner, to a movie and we havenít been anywhere yet. I am afraid. I have a lot of baggage and chances are he does too. Someone told me at my age everyone would have baggage unless I pulled a Demi Moore and dated someone younger than my three year old grandsons.
The man in question sounds very nice on the phone. I have heard he has a stellar reputation and he is a Christian. What is the hold up on my part? I donít know. Most everyone feels the need for companionship. I always thought I did, but having been alone for nine years I seem to be comfortable with myself.
Honestly, I believe it is my grandchildrenís fault. I am so in love with them that I canít imagine a weekend without them whenever possible. I am certain there is no man alive that would want to load up the car and drive hundreds of miles every weekend. There isnít a man alive that would want to read childrenís book and watch Cinderella twelve times in a weekend.
I think God is testing me. I have moaned and groaned about being alone for so long and now this really nice person is calling me and for the life of me I canít remember why I wanted a companion. That is a companion under the age of four. I believe that God does have a sense of humor and the last laugh is on me. I canít think of anything more fulfilling than having a baby on my lap and toddler jerking on my earrings. The greatest feeling I have ever had is when I drive in on a weekend and hear children running to meet me.
My plans have changed since the babies came along. I donít know what God has in store for my love life, but for now I am loving life with the grandchildren. I think the very nice gentleman just caught me at a wonderful time in my life.