I waited at the bus stop with my van engine running. It was
cold out and I laughed at the song on the radio – “should I stay or should I go
now – if I go there will be trouble – if I stay it will be double”. I watched
as he got off the bus and walked towards my van. He’s gotten older, and maybe a
little heavier. It is amazing the difference a few years can make. He is only a
couple years older than I am but he wears his hard life like a thick winter
jacket and it shows in the deep lines on his face. Wow, this is the man who has
been whispering in my ear the last 2 years.
Johnny.
It had been a long time since Johnny had called. Usually he
calls every three months like clockwork, although I almost never take his call.
Get over me already I would think as I would ignore his text. July came and
went. I thought at that time that maybe Johnny would have just shown up on my
porch, but he didn’t. Oh well, I thought, he will never come to Wyoming. At the
end of September I thought to myself, well it’s been over 5 months – maybe I
won’t hear from Johnny any more. I may have felt a little sad about it.
Now here he was, sitting in my van – the SAME van from
before, when we first met. He had called me Saturday morning to ask if he could
come to Wyoming, like he needed my permission to come to my state. He asked if
we could start over. I still didn’t believe he would come out here – but he
told me he would be on the bus Monday. Monday afternoon he sent me a text: “I
am on the bus – I’m coming out for real” Later he sent another text:, “122
miles – God is bringing us back together again”.
Yeah, because God has always been involved with Johnny and
I. He introduced us after all. Now, after everything that has happened, here he
was again, like nothing had changed, but everything had changed. We were not
the same people we were before. We were more grown up, wiser and life had
kicked the crap out of us a little bit more.
I made him no promises, but that we could start over being
friends. The Lord always covers all the bases when He deals with me so it was
again ironic that this annoying girl squatting in my living-room made it easy
for me to tell Johnny that he couldn’t stay with me. There is a local ministry
in town that takes in men in transition and I know the pastor. I called over
there and they currently have room for 5 extra men so they have plenty of room
for Johnny. Johnny agreed to move in there to get his foot in the door.
Lots of Love
Linda
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