Making The Call

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.
~James 1:5~

The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, But he who heeds counsel is wise.
~Proverbs 12:15~

Without counsel, plans go awry, But in the multitude of counselors they are established.
~Proverbs 15:22~

Commit your way to the Lord, Trust also in Him, And He shall bring it to pass.
~Psalm 37:5~

We last left off at pondering. I felt like Pooh Bear some days. Just quietly sitting, or even chatting on Skype with the rest of the Nuts going, “Think, Think, Think”. I had verses of all kinds swirling in my head. Ones validating my thoughts then others quickly invalidating. It was time to seek that counsel Proverbs so wisely talks about, so I went to the people I trust the most in matters of life-changing scale… My Parents.

I talked to mom first, thinking back, I don’t even recall where we had the conversation or much of the convo itself for that matter. It wasn’t fancy; it wasn’t a big todo event… Just mom and me talking like we always had, only this time it was territory we had only covered in theory. I told her that I was thinking about Cassie as more than “just friends” and that I thought I was ready to pursue something more and so forth and so on. She wasn’t surprised in the least and pretty much immediately asked what that whole thing looked like to me, how it would be done, and what timeline I had. I told her about how I envisioned responsibilities and roles with everyone involved. As for timeline… Well, that was up to God – however, I did not want to rush things, nor be at a point where we would become “stagnant” in the relationship – neither progressing or regressing.

I talked to dad a week or so later and I took him to lunch on his lunch hour. I told him the same thing and he knew I had talked to mom. All he said was, “About time”, and told me that ever since Cassie made herself at home at our house (leaving clothes in the girls bathroom) he just knew. I asked dad more about timing than I did mom. Specifically, “when” to make a call asking Cassie’s dad about beginning a relationship that was more than “just friends.” See, the March gathering was coming up, and it would be just us four staying at Cassie’s house in Cali. I talked out the options with dad. Option A being talk to her dad, he gives an “OK,” and then we’d be able to talk in person about what all this would look like – with some division in the NutRoom simply because of the new relationship. Option B being I wait until after the gathering, then call and just talk over the phone, and do another visit at another time… Option C being I make the call and I get a “no” from her dad… Well. That wouldn’t be awkward.

After going through all the possible scenarios with dad listening patiently, when I finished he just asked one question in a scenario format. “So, Austin, if your little sister was old enough to get married and a guy was coming to our house as a friend, but wanted to pursue her in a relationship that could lead to marriage… would you want to know before or after he visited?” Obviously, I’d want to know beforehand, and that of course… gave me the answer. Call before the March gathering.

*gulp*

I’m not going to lie guys, making that phone call was one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done. On the day I decided to make the call, I had scribbled out an outline going over things I wanted to say to Mr. Rhoden in case I lost my ability to speak coherently. I scheduled when I was going to call, and I seem to remember that I asked him earlier sometime that I wanted to talk to him about something regarding the March Gathering. When the time came… not kidding, it took me 30 min to man up and dial those ten numbers.

The phone rang, he answered, we talked… and all I really remember about the convo was he said he was open to the idea, but he would need to talk to Mrs. Rhoden. We hung up, and I felt at peace. I knew that was what I was supposed to do, and the rest was in God’s hands. From that one call, that is when things really began to get interesting.

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