tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278878267304014279.post591226566768916072..comments2014-02-03T16:08:36.981-08:00Comments on lindsaykaye: Dark times (1 of 2)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13926783382905276196noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278878267304014279.post-23651999321784912662014-02-03T16:08:36.981-08:002014-02-03T16:08:36.981-08:00Hi Brian,
Of course I remember you. And I will N...Hi Brian, <br />Of course I remember you. And I will NEVER forget your dad. AHAHA. I appreciate you taking the time to write. I am so glad my words can help someone understand they are not alone. <br />I will say, I think we are a little different in the way we view relationships. My frustration has just been recent, but I definitely understand that feeling that way for many years would be incredibly difficult. <br />I hope that my words could also encourage you in reference to God. Through this season of darkness I have come through, God has shown me so much of Himself. And I fully believe He will come through for me. And you too, if you let Him. <br />He has an amazing plan, although it may seem terrible right now, in the end, it is for the best. For us and more importantly, furthering His kingdom. <br />I am so glad you wrote and I hope we can be an encouragement to each other. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13926783382905276196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278878267304014279.post-12459331372920306512014-02-03T15:39:22.163-08:002014-02-03T15:39:22.163-08:00Hello, Lindsay!
This is Brian Barrett. You probab...Hello, Lindsay!<br /><br />This is Brian Barrett. You probably do not remember me, but I have met you on a couple of occasions at Desert Springs Church. My parents, Carl and Sheila Barrett are really close friends to your parents (they went to Barbados together and recently visited them out here in Louisiana). I was not a regular attendee of Desert Springs, in fact, I went once in a blue moon as I have struggled with regular attendance at churches in general, but that is subject for a different time. Anyway, my mom is the one who introduced me to your blog and upon reading your most recent one (Dark Times) it seems that I can relate to the emotional despair that you seem to harbor concerning people. I don't want to put words into your mouth since I do not fully understand the nature of your circumstances, but based on the context I feel like I could relate a lot. Firstly, I have experienced what seems like an eternal frustration when it comes to establishing or trying to establish relationships. Since my adulthood, I have always felt different in the sense that it is hard for me to try and develop relationships and, if I am lucky to develop them, to nourish them. For many years, I have had a cynical perspective that relationships are superficial (which is, perhaps, the "main" reason for remaining absent from churches and the one I currently attending here in Louisiana might as well require stamping on wrists to get in--it feels so cliquish) But, I share in your frustration about relationships and the unnecessary pressure imposed on people who are single to find their companion. It seems that we live in a culture today that is heavy on "getting hitched," and if you are not married, then people regard you as outside the norm...or so it seems. Since I am a guy, I can only express my personal feelings from a guy's perspective about intimate relationships, but it always feels like a competition. Now, I realize guys are competitive in spirit so it must be simply instinctual. I am not quite sure how it is perceived from a woman's perspective, maybe the competitive instinct is hard-wired to both sexes, but I am not a psychologist. These are just my thoughts. Anyway, I just figured I would extend to you similar frustrations that have plagued me for a long time. Just to let you know that you are not alone in this crazy journey called life and to always entrust Jesus with any and all problems. Believe me, this sounds easier said than done, especially for people who are on the outside looking in, but I definitely feel like I am right there inside with you. <br /><br /> Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07058959056879482006noreply@blogger.com