I Wish a Boy Lived Here

I've decided that it's just not practical for us to live here without a boy.

I'm half joking. But only half. Elizabeth is visiting this weekend, and she comes into my room at 5am, saying that a man is banging on our front door. Now, one would think that we'd just answer it right? But it's a man, and it's 5am, and our neighborhood isn't great. So we don't want to do that. Eventually, all four of us are huddled in my room, listening to them bang on both of our doors. Now, we thought about the possibility of there being an emergency or something and someone actually needing us, but we thought that if that was the case, the person would say why they were here.

So Bri calls the cops. (that's kinda what she does) And what happens? The cops come, and the whole time it was our upstairs neighbors knocking cuz Bri blocked them in with her car. Cop and neighbor treating us like we're idiots. Maybe we are. But you know, 3 single girls just don't answer the door at 5 am when they've had bad neighbors before. That's all there is to it.

I hate feeling afraid. I'd prolly still be afraid if I were a boy. But I bet I wouldn't be as afraid. The funny thing is that my first instinct is to call Devin. But really, what can he do about it? I mean, I wouldn't want him to come over in the middle of the night when he has to drive 20 mins to get here. But I still wanted to call him. The heart is a funny thing. Like, I've just kind of gotten used to him taking care of me in a lot of little ways. Fixing things, picking me up at doors so I don't get cold, buying me cute socks to wear with my flats cuz my feet were cold the other day. And so any time I need something, my first instinct is to call him and see if he can fix it somehow. And I know he'd be willing to if he could. Or at least he'd remind me who Jesus is with a really calm, steady voice and tell me that I'd be fine because the God of the universe calls me His child.

It's a weird feeling to trust him like that. I just don't usually trust people I guess. But I trust him a lot. Ultimately though, my hope and trust are in Christ and it's good for me to remember that. Devin's a person, and will let me down. Jesus is Jesus, and won't.

Sidenote: he brought me flowers yesterday because he "needed an excuse to come over here." Seriously...

It's good that I'm not a boy

Here's a funny story for you:

So yesterday I had the bright idea to take Devin out on a date. And when I asked him and he got all excited and his eyes lit up and all, I knew that it was about time for that. So I spent waaaay more time than I want to admit planning out this date (the theme was "weird stuff in st louis that we've never done) and I was fairly proud of myself. Course, I was late (what else is new...). We went to this really random old restaurant with fireplaces everywhere which was cool and then we went to a chocolate bar. Girls, if you're ever in St. Louis, we've gotta go to this place. It was so weird/cool. Red walls and red lights. Kind of perpetually Valentine's Day. Then...we went to this bar where a blues band was playing. They were HORRIBLE. Haha, and one of the singers was licking the microphone. Not to mention that one of the guitarists was staring at me and trying to get me to dance with him the whole time. HAHA...so awkward. And then we almost crossed a physical boundary of ours. By that I mean, one of our boundaries is that I won't kill him. And I got lost and went the wrong way on a one-way street down by Soulard. hahahahaha...In the end there's grace however, and he sent me the most precious email about how much fun it was.

I like that boy.

In other news, today I was thinking a lot about Hosea 2 and listening to Johnny P's sermon on it. At the end it says, "you will call me 'my husband' and no longer 'my baal.'" Johnny P was saying how often we think "loving God" is just serving Him and we miss out on the intimacy of having a God who can be called "my husband." Ahhh I know how that is. I'm praying that I will experience that kind of intimacy with my God. The kind that says "my husband" and not only "my master."

Love you guys.