Returning from India, I opted to move to a different city to escape a relationship.
I was running away from a boy who called me racist for wanting to go to the orphanage instead of stay with him. And I believed him 🙂
I felt lost and isolated in a cold grey city far away from the lush foilage and bustle of children and animals everywhere. Not only that, but I arrived at Christmas in a city with oil money from a place where not everyone had shoes. The kids there bathed naked in the yard every morning and it was so innocent. Here there were billboards of half-naked people in provocative positions all over the malls. I couldn’t watch a movie without feeling sick. I went back to school working towards medicine so that I could return to India and be more useful.
Then, I met him. Again. We’d met a few times before and had already had our first fight (over pizza crusts). I hadn’t been impressed, but now I was.
I went back home for Christmas and told everyone I met the man I was going to marry.
It was the first time I was certain about anything. I still felt lost, directionless, and confused about everything else.
Now I only had to convince him!
Of course, I was the female and I had to wait for him to initiate, so I did what any other girl would- I invited him to prayer meeting. And church. And found lots of reasons to need his help.
He eventually got the hint. We were married the following April.