Dating has its seasons. I refer to them as feast or famine.
Feasting is the season where opportunities are plenty, rich in abundance and where we dwell in gratification and delight.
Feastings contradictory polar opposite, famine, is its very definition, extreme scarcity.
Both are very real seasons in dating. I reside in feasting. For the moment.
Old. Familiar. New.
Experience says not to let this go to my head, but to handle with care.
Slightly blindsided from an unexpected phone call this morning, “Do you like being single or do you want me to come back?” Holy Spirit … 911!
Head over heart decision. Logic versus love.
Or, is it love versus logic … heart over head?
Seasons do not last, handle with prayer.
Only time will tell.
