For weeks, there was this guy who every time I saw him, weather at the grocery store across the street, at McDonald’s, or walking to or from my van, would ask me for my “digits”. No kidding… every time I saw him (or he saw me anyway); with my kids, with out them, ironically enough, I never saw him when my husband was around. My reply to his request was always the same; I am married and I love my husband very much. Sometimes he would respond by telling me that what my husband didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Sometimes he would say that I was pretty and he just wanted to call me. And sometimes he would just walk away in frustration. It’s a whole other culture down here, one where married coupes are the minority, commitment is conditional and divorce is a solution.
One muggy afternoon I was unloading my troops and my persistent neighbor approached me with the same question. This time, after the same “I’m married” response, he looked up at me and asked “are you in a church or something?” “Well, I do go to a church” I responded. It was as if a light bulb flickered on in his head; as if he realized there was something different about me, about us, about the way I said “I’m married”. And amazingly enough, he related it to church, and in essence, to Jesus. I have seen him since, and we have even exchanged a few words, thankfully, he has finally stopped asking me for my “digits”.
I did overhear him asking another gal in the grocery store for her number and her response was also “I’m married.” I’m hoping that he doesn’t ask her again; that “I’m married” might start to take on a new meaning for him; for our community.
PS In case you are wondering, this last week has been good. Not a whole lot in my surroundings has changed, but my decision to choose joy, to love anyway and to stick with it has made all the difference. And you know what, God has even blessed me with a new friendship. So thanks, for your prayers, emails and encouragement; I am not feeling so Rejected.