This is hard

My friend A wrote about a girl (or, at least on the onset it's a girl - but we should know by now it is always more than, right?). A and Girl had incredible connection - the kind you should want and do envy: "six-hour conversations that only end because it's getting late, not because we have nothing more to say." She is witty, beautiful, smart; but afraid of and hence refused to take the next step. My friend has a hard time with this. Not angry or shaken - just... confused. What are you up to, God? What does this look like? How should it look like? Why are you silent?

My friend B shared about some struggles and a possible major change, so naturally it is difficult but she says: "Trying to let God father me, which is weird and scary cos I've never grown up with that."

I've been reading and re-reading e-mails from these two good friends who are - not vastly but - quite different in their upbringing and personalities - and yet, they echo something that has been brewing in my own heart for a while. Which is such a comfort, really; not only to know that you are not alone in this, but also having the assurance that yes, no matter who you are, this is a hard thing!

This is about trusting God.

Why is it hard? Why is it hard for you? Or is it?

More later. Oh yes, so much more...