An unexpected friend

I haven't been writing in this blog for some time. I've wanted to, but probably some big guys with white jackets probably would have showed up at the door to take me away... and rightly so. I guess I thought that since the divorce was final, I could sort of move on, but it hasn't worked that way.

But over the last couple of months, God has been guiding me in ways I never expected. He let me go down, and really far, stripping everything away. Almost forcing me to that place where I could do nothing but cry out to Him. One Wednesday, when I couldn't even get myself across the border to Buenos Aires, I got in my car and just began to drive. I drove, and prayed, and as I drove, my prayers became more and more desperate.

A couple of days later, while I was working on a sermon using Biblegateway, I noticed an advertisement for ChristianCafe. My kids had been saying for some time, "Dad, you need someone to help you around here." But I didn't pay them much attention, because they're always kidding around with me (and vise a versa). Anyway, out of curiosity more than anything, I went to the site, answered some questions, did some looking around, eventually writing back and forth with a few people. But once the conversation got around to missions, the border, or evangelism, things got really quiet and they would drop of the map. But I sensed a growing desire for company, or for someone to be able to talk to about anything and everything. Then one day, noticed someone with no picture, from Nogales on that site. I wrote a simple note, sort of casting out a line, really doubtful about the whole thing anyway. But she wrote back, and thus we have been writing back and forth for a couple of weeks until we were brave enough to try a phone call. Even though almost all of our conversations are in Spanish, we felt very comfortable talking with one another. Finally after a couple of weeks on the phone, we decided we would try a meet at a pizza shop. When I got there, she wasn't there, she stayed in the car, watching from the parking lot to see if I looked scary or not. Finally, she did come out, and we ordered a pizza, but hardly eating at all. Instead we spent almost five hours talking, sharing testimonies, and getting to know one another. A month and a half later, we haven't stopped.

I have wanted to share this sooner, but I guess after twenty three years of marriage, I wasn't sure how this sort of news would be received. But I am at the point now, where I know for sure that God is in this. I'd be a complete fool, blind, deaf and dumb to not see it by now. So, I will begin to make this more and more open now. And I ask for prayer, that our Father will give us wisdom, guidance, and grace so that Alma and myself might be able to discern His will for us.