Four of the oldest boys sat me down for a serious talk today. Many of the boys are constantly full of questions and jokes about girls and dating, and I understand that this is because they are trying to figure out the whole dating thing so I am usually pretty open with them (although I do realize there are certain limits and am cautious not to get too close to those). Today, these four were only half playful as they made a recommendation to me of a certain young man from the church that they all think highly of. They were all in agreement that I should marry this man and stay in Bolivia. One went so far as to tell me that if I marry and stay in the USA, that God won’t let me be happy. Only if I marry a Bolivian and stay with them will I be happy.
It was an amusing conversation…it included a reenactment of how they heard God’s booming voice while they were praying in church for me…but I took the more subtle point to be the main point. There was an expression of desire that I not abandon them. While “being wanted” feels good, I hate that they have such a concern. I so wish that my boys only had a conceptual understanding of abandonment, instead of pasts full of it.
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