"A man may make plans, but the Lord directs his steps."

So I send him a message back:

"Sure! Let me know when will work for you this week."

Ok, he figured out a way to contact me, we're good. Tuesday morning, I'm headed to class when I get a phone call. It's a deep male voice with a number I don't recoginze. My guard is immediatley up. "This is Mike Dombrowski." "Oh! Hi!" Ok, good, nothing to fear. Except, I didn't give him my number.

Oh yeah, he's tracked it down. I immediately thought of Megan, but she claimed innocence when I called her. The real culprit? Jill. Yes, thank you Jill for handing out my number to every one that asks. ;) Just kidding, it was fine. I laugh about it now, just thinking of all of the ways that God's plan might have gotten derailed. What if he hadn't spoken up? What if I hadn't gone with my gut reaction? What if we hadn't been open? What if we hadn't choosen to let ourselves get swept away? But I'm getting ahead of myself again.

We make plans for Saturday. I'm helping some girls get ready for prom that afternoon, but I will sneak away with just enough time to get ready and go. That week was torture. I tried to keep my mind off of it again. Why do I keep wondering what he drives? What kind of cologne he wears? Where he works? Would I run into him at the store? I keep telling myself to stop it, to give it to God and let Him take care of it. But do I listen? No way. So I keep thinking and wondering, and then mentally shaking myself all week. He calls on Friday to make sure our plans are set. "Do you still want to do coffee, or do you want to do something else? Dinner?" Ok, so he wants to do more, coffee was just a safe place to start. Well, I'm still not sure about this whole thing, so: "How about if we meet at Starbucks and if we're hungry, we can walk down the street." Worst suggestion to make when you are already planning on wearing the cute shoes instead of the comfortable ones. Don't do it, just don't do it. Let's just see what the Almighty has in store, shall we?