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Unanswered prayers?
searcher5
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One of them moments out of time, I think they call them. In my world, I just call them the way things are.
When I was a kid, I was kinda sorta in love with a little gal who lived in town. Shelly Jean. Long blonde hair, smart, kinda crooked little nose. I say she was smart, because she was smart enough to not want anything to do with me. We were about fifteen. Fifteen is not a good year for boys, as most of us have not reached manhood yet, and a lot of the gals had already achieved womanhood. This put the ball solidly in the court of older boys.
I was little cowboy. Lived on a small spread, so small that it was actually more of a dollop than a spread. Raised a few cows, some horses, couple pigs, and a lot of dogs. Had a paint stud that I rode everywhere. Good looking horse, about 15 hands. Calm for a stud horse. Had a fancy saddle that a fella gave my grandfather. I would be interested to know just how many horseshoes we wore out circling that little gals house, hoping she would come out and bat her eyes at me. Never happened.
A couple years later, when hay hauling, wrestling and weight lifting began to show on me, she began to show some interest. By then, I was on to other things. Then I started noticing her again, about the time she went away to college, and I went to work.
Fast forward forty years, near. My wife and I are at the Edna Fire Department pancake supper tonight. My beautiful 21 yo daughter is sitting across from us, with her fiance. Shelly Jean sits down next to my daughter, with her husband. She's grown a bit goofy with the years, never had children. And I was glad, that she never came out of her house, and batted her eyes at a gangly fifteen year old infatuated, hormonally imbalanced little cowboy, and that things didn't click. Unanswered prayers, I reckon. Still, it was good talking to her. It was nicer talking to her, with my wife and one of my children by my side, and the memory of a paint stud disappearing over a ridge, in the background. Kinda seemed to me, that he turned his head, and looked over his shoulder, just before he went over that last rise, and winked.
Dan
When I was a kid, I was kinda sorta in love with a little gal who lived in town. Shelly Jean. Long blonde hair, smart, kinda crooked little nose. I say she was smart, because she was smart enough to not want anything to do with me. We were about fifteen. Fifteen is not a good year for boys, as most of us have not reached manhood yet, and a lot of the gals had already achieved womanhood. This put the ball solidly in the court of older boys.
I was little cowboy. Lived on a small spread, so small that it was actually more of a dollop than a spread. Raised a few cows, some horses, couple pigs, and a lot of dogs. Had a paint stud that I rode everywhere. Good looking horse, about 15 hands. Calm for a stud horse. Had a fancy saddle that a fella gave my grandfather. I would be interested to know just how many horseshoes we wore out circling that little gals house, hoping she would come out and bat her eyes at me. Never happened.
A couple years later, when hay hauling, wrestling and weight lifting began to show on me, she began to show some interest. By then, I was on to other things. Then I started noticing her again, about the time she went away to college, and I went to work.
Fast forward forty years, near. My wife and I are at the Edna Fire Department pancake supper tonight. My beautiful 21 yo daughter is sitting across from us, with her fiance. Shelly Jean sits down next to my daughter, with her husband. She's grown a bit goofy with the years, never had children. And I was glad, that she never came out of her house, and batted her eyes at a gangly fifteen year old infatuated, hormonally imbalanced little cowboy, and that things didn't click. Unanswered prayers, I reckon. Still, it was good talking to her. It was nicer talking to her, with my wife and one of my children by my side, and the memory of a paint stud disappearing over a ridge, in the background. Kinda seemed to me, that he turned his head, and looked over his shoulder, just before he went over that last rise, and winked.
Dan
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Sounds like it worked out well for you! [:D]
Garth Brooks tells it well in his song too
sounds like you lived it
Funny how stuff works out, huh?
Sounds like it worked out well for you! [:D]
Yes it is. I have wondered sometimes, why I'm here(where I am living)and how I fit into the plan.
Looking back over the years I have come to realize that not only was God Listening, he had a better understanding of the situations than I did. Don
I believe that those are the truest words you ever spoke, Don.
I know I didn't... Ands damn glad I didn't get to find out at that age either.
I believe I wouldn't have had much of a life.
I'm glad mine has turned out as it has... Makes me proud more often than not.
[img][/img] quote:Looking back over the years I have come to realize that not only was God Listening, he had a better understanding of the situations than I did. Don
Bingo Don! Some are answered...and in no time, you wish you had been way more carefull what you had ask for, and that you could have a mulligan...then down the road years later, you realize...that he knew the pitfalls of granting what was asked for, and saw the end game that ended in your favor, aubeit years...odd how over a long span of years... situations are linked.
I guess the lesson, very hard earned sometimes, is that one better give a LOT of thought into what is asked for & be VERY careful...I think Jobe would agree with that...[;)]
Glad God was Listening,,,, As I Now have The Most Caring "Great Natured"
Beautiful Woman I Have Ever Met
God Sorts things out For the best Outcome.
Not Always What You Think You Need
Dori [:D]