Conversation at the Trnavske’ Myto Stop September 26, 2008

My parents have always given me this piece of advice about men:  guys are like trains there’s another one coming along every minute.  I shared this revelation with Heather today while we were waiting for our bus on the way back from QSI. We had a few observations about the analogy while we waited. 

We were walking up to the stop and just missed a bus we could have taken.  So, we had to wait for the 204 bus.  In the meantime, people came and went.  Sometimes we were waiting with lots of people and sometimes fewer.  We saw people we had been on the previous bus with, get on a new bus before us.  We saw a bus approach, thought it could be the right one, but it wasn’t.  So, we had to wait and wait and wait some more.  It seemed like we were waiting forever for bus 204, but finally it came.  When it arrived, it was crowded with  people.  We barely squeezed on, but eventually found a comfortable seat.

So, boys are like buses. Sometimes, you just barely miss a great guy.  Sometimes you have to wait for a new bus to come along.  While you wait, people come and go.  Friends get on the bus ahead of you.   Sometimes, you think the right guy is coming along, but once he gets closer, you realize he’s not the right one.  Other times, you think you have to wait forever.  When the right guy does come along, he may have a lot of distractions (i.e. people on the bus) around.  He may have enough room to squeeze you in and you might eventually find a comfortable seat. Better hold on though because it could be a bumpy ride.

Or, you may have to get off the bus at the next stop.

Psalm 68 January 18, 2008

So, after I wrote the last post, these verses from Psalm 68 came to mind.

5 A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.

6 God sets the lonely in families,
he leads forth the prisoners with singing;
but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.

7 When you went out before your people, O God,
when you marched through the wasteland,
Selah

8 the earth shook,
the heavens poured down rain,
before God, the One of Sinai,
before God, the God of Israel.

9 You gave abundant showers, O God;
you refreshed your weary inheritance.