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Saturday, August 10, 2002 Okay this is not 6.00pm but at least I have s few minutes to write something.I'm going to miss reading your mails alot.already some of the counselors have arrived and we have began to have a nice time.I really am looking forward to be used of God , to forget all about myself and to have the campers at heart.I hope to make impact in someones life.I miss you and I am looking forward to chatting with you next sayurday if all goes well.You'll always mean much to me.I hope this short mail is better than nothing cause I care and I had to write something.Take care and have a fantastic week.Keep praying about all these issues,the camps my plans yeah stuff like that.I'm in quite a good mood right now and I wish that you were here.Take care.posted by Gideon Banda at 4:48 AM Friday, August 09, 2002 What a week. I have had the longest day ever. One of my babies is teething and it kills me. Tonight was our last night of Bible school and of all the nights to have low attendence this was the night when we past out awards and sing for our parents and only have of my kids showed up tonight. Did I ever tell you about the little 5 year old that thinks I'm his girlfriend? He is such a cute kid. Tonight he was talking to me about coming over to my house so we could hang out. It was adorable. Adam was at church and he made methis heart thing and told me that he loved me so much and then he wrapped it up with "I'm glad we're friends" like that would make him feel better or something. He such a bizarre guy. The more I think about you coming over here for school next year, the more that I am excited. It is still quite a distance between here and New York, but at least there is no ocean, right? Maybe you could come to my house for Thanksgiving or something! That would be so much fun but it makes me miss you all the more. I'm still not feeling very well so my parents want me to go to bed early tonight, but I am very much looking forward to talking to you tomorrow, but if things don't work out then, I hope that you are having a fantastic time at camp and tell me all about it. And thank you for understanding me and being patient with me. Yours Atotiposted by Bethany at 10:16 PM I respect how you feel about love and relationships.What if you hurt me? That's human we hurt each other sometimes and thats why I think it is a matter of decision and commitment and not feelings. I know you're right you're only 15 but I want to let you know that I have thought about that before and I still like you inspite of your age however I'm sorry if I may seem to have been rushing things maybe this is one of the areas in which I am not very wise please be patient with me sometimes.Sorry I forgot to tell you that we'll be having a Bible quiz tommorow so I am not very sure if I'll be online at that time but I'll try.Sorry for the sickness.It's encouraging to know that I mean the world to you and that you miss me and are praying for me.Don't worry I don't feel less appreciated by your last mail I completely understood everything.And please believe that I mean every word I say to you I'm not just flattering you.I will withhold the word love as long as you're comfortable.This may be the last mail if I don't make it tommorow but I'm very positive about next saturday.Thanks for everything you are and mean to me.posted by Gideon Banda at 10:13 AM Thursday, August 08, 2002 I am so excited! I can't beleive that this is actually happening! And it does give me a reason to look forward to school. I'm really not dreading it like it might have sounded. Sometimes, I'm not so sure that I want to grow up and actually... I am afriad to say I love you. Please don't get me wrong- I like you SO much but I am 15 years old and I don't think that I understand what love means. I don't think that much of anyone can understand what true love is until they are married because I also think that love is a sacrifice. I'm sorry that I have to be so retarded, but, as much as I think age is not a big issue in our relationship- it IS a factor. In some ways it scares me to think that someone could love me because I am just a child. Gideon, what if I hurt you? Not that I plan on doing such things or that I want to but I've been known to make foolish decisions like my whole realtionship with Luke and the last thing that I ever want to do is give you pain. I don't want you to think that I'm trying to back out or anything like that I'm just...just not ready. Please, please be patient with me. I might take more patience than most girls. You are the only guy that is ever on my mind and I don't know why I'd ever throw an incredible guy like you away but I have made stupid, stupid decisions before in my life. I just want you to be aware of that, ok? Please don't cut me out to be more than I am. Please, please try to understand.posted by Bethany at 10:53 PM uuuuuuuh! that mail was sweet especially these lines mean alot to me 'I'm sorry, I hate being repeatative but I miss you so much and I am so glad that God brought you into my life and I think that you are an amazing guy that will be even more amazing than I can imagine one day. 'And I'd say thanks and ditto ditto ditto and there's nothing wrong in repeatition because repeatition is the mother of understanding.Well being an adult is cool I think it depends on your personality and the perspective you have for life but to me I don't think it is stressing at all to think about your future seriously .I feel that what opinions I had been having as a teenager can now be listened to as in I can cause change in the society because should I voice an opinion it will be given much consideration because it comes from an adult You get it?Not that teenagers don't have constructive contribution to the society but that kind of attitude exists here in Kenya and I don't like it.You know how I'd reason a few years back is not very different from how I reason now ,only I get an inner depth of facts as days go by but I don't see why the society can pay attention to me only because I'm now an adult it's absurd! Any way those are some of the things I cannot change, you know the prayer of serenity?posted by Gideon Banda at 9:50 AM Wednesday, August 07, 2002 I just got back form seeing an alien movie with my friends. Now, I'm seeing aliens everywhere I look. It was really scary, but I don't handle really scary things well, either. You are very right about love. It is a commitment and I think that most people have forgotten that, or never been told such a thing. It kills me. Most of American culture today revolves around feelings. Nobody uses thier head anymore, only thier heart.posted by Bethany at 11:45 PM Sorry for the much work.It's part of life and also a command from God 1thes.4:11.A relationship based on emotions doesn't last coz feelings cease and memories fade but I believe that love is a decision.You decide to like someone and stick to that decision and commitment.It means a lot to me that you can have some confidence in me in the sense that you don't think I'm a player,thanks.It's not like I have to say this but I have seen players and lived with players(coz my own brother is one.)I know what playing is all about and take my word I have never liked the game.I sure am ready for camp all the fun and learning but I'm not ready to miss checking the blog for a whole week!And on those saturdays starting from this saturday I will be on line at 6.00pm which is 11.00 am in your state if you can avail your self at that time.And if it is possible to avail yourself at that time shall we chat with the blog or what?posted by Gideon Banda at 4:56 AM Tuesday, August 06, 2002 What do you mean not foolish? It was the most foolish thing that I have ever done, I think. Our entire relationship was based on emotions. Emotions are so fleeting and fickle. I have to say that it had made me more cautious and I learned alot from it. I don't think that you could be a player. I think that you are too gentle. Don't worry, I'm still working on piano but I'd love to be able to have music knowledge in a lot of instruments. Maybe next, I'll pick up the harp or something. Maybe percussion would be good for me. I need some rythm. Tell me about what's going on with you. Are you ready for camp? I hope that all of that goes well. I'm tired, I've had a long day. I'm teaching Bible school at our church now every day after work and it kills me. Don't get me wrong, I love to teach but after teaching all day long at work, I'm all teached out. Pray that I won't lose my passion and bore these kids. That is the last thing that I want to do with my life- bore somebody. Because I've been inside teaching so much lately I haven't been able to see the sunset in a long time. Well, I'm going to bed with desperate hopes for a dream about you. I miss you and I'm praying for you.posted by Bethany at 11:02 PM 'Just to be with you I'll do anything....'I know that song and It's one of my favourite.Thanks for the courage to tell me all that you did.I think I like your dad.He really cares about you and I understand that.If I were in his position I don't know what I'd have done and yes he's right to get you thinking critically about boys and he's very right that indeed people do change a lot in six years.I'm out of words but what I know is that I still like you and time will tell whether I'm genuine about it or I'm a player coz a player can't hide for long can he?About Luke I think there's nothing foolish about everything that you guys went through and I guess it made you wiser.Thanks for your prayers and I'm glad that your proud of how I'm trying to deal with my future.If you saw the guitar that I started to learn with you wouldn't believe your eyes coz it's such a tiny messy thing but that helped me a lot so keep on keeping on with music coz it's good for the soul and work even harder still on your piano I was very impressed in Tanzania remember?Robert and O'neal say they don't have Diana's E-mail address and they asked me to ask you.Live life to the fullest you know what that exactly means?Good night and have sweet and delicious dreams.posted by Gideon Banda at 4:10 AM Your are so good to me. Sometimes I can't believe that you actually like me. It's almost unreal. I bought some mangoes at the store a couple of days ago. They were so good. I miss Africa so much sometimes. Where do I start when I talk about my dad? He really is a good guy with a good heart and I hope that nothing that I say about him makes him look bad because I really don't think that he has bad intentions. I really did tell him about you. Not a whole lot or seriously because he didn't think that I was for real. He remembers that I'm only fifteen and many times I forget that. So, often when I would mention something about not getting anything from you, my dad would make a coment something like "Well, I bet another mission trip came through and he's found another girl" or something to make you seem like a player. Not that he was serious or that he meant to make you look bad- I think that he just tries all kinds of different approaches in order to make me think. Later on, we had a more serious, in depth conversation and gently my dad reminded me that people can change a lot in six years (he really wants me to wait unitl I graduate from college to get married or even to be serious about boys). HE doesn't mind that you're African, but he is quite aware that other people, my own relatives even, would have serious issues with it. Not that he doesn' think that those problems can't be conquered, he just knows that there would be a lot of heartache. This guy, his name is Luke, and if you don't mind, I'm going to give you the shorten version. If you want the long version, I don't care- I'll give it to you, but for warning; it is very long and VERY complex and I'm not so much in the mood to write it all out write now. Let's see, where to begin? Now that I look back on it, it all seem so foolish. Well, I liked this guy who was going to graduate from high school in four months and join the US Army (Stupid piont for me right there). I thought that he was amazing but actually he wasn't. He was just charming, very charming. Well, he left for the army and we wrote back and forth occasionally very romantic, sappy letters. And then one day I was talking to Adam (this whole Luke thing was how Adam and I started being friends. Adam and Luke were friends way before I knew either one of them) and he said that he was talking to "Luke's woman" the other day. Later, after much persuasion, he went on to say that this girl said she had been going out with Luke ever since before he left for the army. I was crushed and I didn't know how to handle this situation in a way that pleased God, so I wrote him back and pretended like I didn't know about this girlfriend of his to buy me some more time. I didn't hear from him for three months after that so I figured that all of the things that he had said to me were garbage and that my dad had been right all along -he was just a player that I had fallen for. Once I thought that I had started to heal from this whole thing, he called me one night and told me that he was sorry but everything that I had heard was a lie and that he just got scared when he heard that I thought he had a girlfriend and he didn't have the guts to call me earlier. Then he turned the enitre situation around and made it seem like it was MY fault that we had lost contact. And all of this time that we had not been talking, I felt like an even bigger moron because I had people all around me telling me that he was no good, but I decided that it was important to find out who he was for myself (another stupid piont). The story goes on but it gets pretty repetative- he comes crawling back to me, guilts me into saying that we can still be friends and then suddenly stops talking to me. Things between us are finally done with but whenever I see him (which isn't often) he talks to me like he wants to have a friendly conversation with me but there is too much that's gone unsaid or something. It's so odd. I remember you telling me that asking questions is the best way to learn and I don't mind at all. I bought a guitar. It is a piece of trash, but I'm going to see if I can rebuild it. If I can, then I decided that I'm gong to do something dramatic to it, like paint it hot pink or put flames on the fret board or something. You know what? I'm really proud of you in dealing with your furture, no matter what the outcome. I really am. Not that I need to tell you, but I'm praying for you alot and I have never wanted to see someone so badly before, that I knew I couldn't. Sigh- Just to be with you. Do you know that song? I haven't had any more dreams and I probably won't for a while. Anyway, sweet dreams and g'night. Atotiposted by Bethany at 12:21 AM Monday, August 05, 2002 Hey!posted by Gideon Banda at 5:10 AM |