Meeting my future husband part 2

 


On May 30, 2016 I decided to finish writing about my future husband, which people have been waiting for… of how I first met Nathan in person!  I can understand from other people's perspective that since I met Nathan online I should have been a lot more cautious when it comes to meeting him in person.  I even had a friend of mine suggest I bring mace, hehe.  To be honest I wasn’t worried as I sensed he was a trustworthy guy.  I only had the normal nervousness of actually meeting him for the first time. 

Nathan never knew what I looked like besides the description of what my profile said about me. I was really touched that he would want to meet me not because of what I looked like but from the type of person I was.  It made me realize Nathan was really special as not all guys would want to go out with a girl solely on their personality. 

I decided to do this cute thing. I had a pass which I could access the whole transit, which meant I didn’t need to get any transfers if I decided to go off and on transit during the day.  I decided since we were meeting up at a subway train station that even though I didn’t need to get a transfer I would keep them as it would be a memory to look back on.  I ended up getting two transfers.  I wrote on one of them met Patricia for the first time in person and on the other I wrote met Nathan for the first time in person. Then I gave it to Nathan after we met. It's cute because he actually held onto it almost the whole date.

When I finally got to the top of the stairs after walking a long hallway from the subway platform I went through the turnstiles and that’s when I saw him and he saw me. Even though I knew what he looked like I was still in complete shock. He couldn't say anything and neither could I. We kept just being like wow in our faces, we were in a daze for quite awhile. At one point I spoke and said “I’m Patricia” and I suggested we go for a walk.

Since it was the area he lived in, he led the way.  He couldn’t help but keep looking at my face. We eventually found a bench to take a break from walking which was shady, but because I was getting cold we decided to find one in the sun, which helped warm me up. At one point I was getting tired so we decided to go to a mall so at least we'd have somewhere inside to sit and stay warm. He gave me his jacket in the meantime as I was really cold before I got to the mall.  I really thought that was so sweet of him to do so.

Even though I had only known Nathan for 14 days since meeting him online I felt like I could tell him almost anything about myself.  I thought well if he knew all about myself before we met then I’d know if he really wanted to date me for me.  At this point I still had my eating disorder and he did know about that already.

I didn't bring any food with me, but he brought his own and even brought me an extra water bottle, which was so kind of him. He asked before during our walk if I wanted to have any of the food he brought, I told him then I'd think about it later.   Part of me in my ED mind wanted to avoid the food all together.  When we got to the mall and sat down Nathan said “it was later” in a caring, kind manner. 

Everything in me was saying ‘no don't eat anything’ especially when I didn't bring the food myself.  Also it would be the first time eating in front of him, which was a very hard thing for me to do.  Since I was getting quite tired, I thought it might be a good idea. Of the food he offered I ate a fruit candy type thing.  I know to most people that doesn’t sound like much, but it was a huge step for me back then.  Nathan said out loud “you are eating right now”, and I replied “that doesn't help someone telling me that” as I was self-conscience of eating in front of people. He said “I know, but I want you to be able to get past this.” Normally if someone said that to me I would completely stop eating, and get frustrated with the person, but this time, I was thinking no he's just trying to help and support me getting better. We sat for awhile after that and I got someone to take a picture of us.

Eventually it was time for me to go home and he decided to take me all the way home by transit even though it's a 75 minute journey one way to my house. That meant a lot to me as Nathan would have to go all the way back to his place by transit afterwards.  He didn't come to my door of course as I lived with my parents, but we stood on the sidewalk at the park beside my house.  Neither one of us wanted to leave the other.  We stayed on the corner for another 30 minutes before we finally said our good-byes.  That’s how we first met!

I couldn’t believe how happy I was and how good he was for me.  I realized even then that God put Nathan into my life not only to become my future husband, but to have someone who could really help me to get better and face so many things in my life.  I was so grateful to God for that.

Patricia <3 J

 

2 Thessalonians 1:3    We ought always to give thanks to God for you brothers, as is right, because your faith is growing abundantly, and the love of every one of you for one another is increasing.

 

Here’s a song about that our Lord wants as how we are, not who we think we out to be, and to let down our guard so that we can go to Him.  That the shame we feel cripples us, and that it breaks His heart to see our suffering.  And that He is for us, and is not against us.  That if you want to know how much He means to us and how much is love is for us, when you look at what He’s done when you look at his hands and side. 

  That the amount of times He’s forgiven us, is more than the drops in the ocean.  That we don’t need to settle for a substitute love, and His love is the only one that changes you.  And that when you open your heart to Him then you can start again.

 

“Drops In the Ocean” by Hawk Nelson

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZH13wFGffg&list=PL3whQX319DaB37iB8NZpJe206iSdpe3kc&index=138

 

 

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