5.26.2013

Love Story: Chapter 2


Read Chapter 1, HERE.

After our trip to the Grand Canyon, things moved along slowly but surely. M was the first guy to actually ever "court" me and take me on real, pick you up at your door with a rose, date. I remember thinking to myself, "Cassie, this is too good to be true, don't get your hopes up."

As things progressed, we talked about the religion topic quite a bit. We simply agreed to be open-minded with each other. Although M wasn't quite convinced yet, I knew pretty quick that I had a seriously great thing going. We were always completely open about our wants and needs, and where we saw ourselves going in the coming years. Mine was graduate school, his was marriage and a family. Needless to say, I was terrified because graduate school had always been my goal, and I always told everyone I would not be married until I was thirty.


 Although we got pretty serious from the beginning, I am glad we did because we dealt with a lot of things that could have been issues later on very early in our relationship. We just worked together, we got along like we had been friends for years. I remember constantly bragging to my best friend about him.

Things were going pretty smoothly for the first few months, we went on a TEN day trip together to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, and Bryce. It was an absolute blast. We also went to a circus and even Disneyland!



After Disneyland, it seemed that out of no where things got weird. A few days before we were supposed to travel to Phoenix for my half marathon, we broke up. I was pretty shattered, angry, sad, you name it. I just remember crying constantly to my mom and best friend. When my dad and brother came to visit, expecting to meet him, I had to explain what had happened. Overall, it was just a rough few days. In short, it came down to religious differences, and at that point just reinforced all the stereotypes I had about Christians.

After my half marathon (which went well, I PR'd by 14 minutes, 1:55!), my dad, brother, and I came back up to Flagstaff. Mind you, I had deleted M from just about every social media source and my phone book, so contact was not happening at all. The next morning we went out to breakfast at I place I rarely went. When we pulled into the parking lot, M's car was there. My stomach dropped to the floor, LITERALLY.

I grew even more anxious when I saw that he was there with a girl, although I knew she was just a friend. We were courteous and said our hellos. My dad kept saying things like, "What a player" and other hilariously incorrect statements that I know he was just using to cheer me up. My brother knew I was pretty upset so he was trying to keep my mind off of it. At one point during the breakfast, I had to get up to use the restroom but I knew that meant walking by them again. At that point, M stopped me and asked if we could get coffee later in the week and talk. I was hesitant at first. I remember telling my brother I wasn't going to do it, and him saying, "yes, you are." And I did.

I'm really glad I listened to my heart on this one. Shortly after this meeting we were spending time together again, really working on our religious differences more consciously this time.

This was in November of 2011, by February 2012 I had found and settled into my own church, despite the fact that I had tried going to M's a few times. It was just a better fit for me and I felt so at home. Before I knew it I was going every Sunday. At this point I really loved it, but I still felt like I was just "going through the motions" and not really KNOWING Jesus yet (that did not occur until Scotland, which I will touch on in another chapter). M probably did not know it at this point, but my heart really was changing, despite the fact that I was pretty convinced I would NEVER be a church-goer.


Around this same time, M had decided he was going to take a job in Florida with a Boy Scout Camp. Needless to say, I was terrified.  I had a terrible experience with long distance relationships in the past, and I really did not want to go down that road again. We talked and talked about whether to stay together or not, weighing our options back and forth. We eventually decided to stay together since the job was only seasonal. Long story short, after we went through the really emotional task of deciding where our relationship was going, he turned down the job and decided to stay. I remember him saying something along the line of, "It just doesn't feel right." Now, looking back on it, I know God was working to keep us together.

A few months later, I got my study abroad placement I had applied for back in January. I had always wanted to study abroad, and I knew that I would never let anything stop me. I had let people stop me from doing the things I wanted in the past, and I told myself, never again. I was pretty open with M about this from the time I decided I wanted to start applying, and he was always really supportive. That was something I did not ever receive from my ex, so it was really refreshing and encouraging. He knew I really wanted to go, and despite the fact that he probably did not want me to leave, he continued to encourage me. Again, we were back in a place where we were deciding where our relationship would go, except this time, it wasn't about staying together or not, it was about whether or not we were ready to take our relationship to the next step...

Read Chapter 3

4 comments :

  1. This is so great...love reading your sweet story! love Katie

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  2. I absolutely love how you are weaving God's pursuit of you and your love story with Matt. So amazing how He works. Such a sweet, sweet story.

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  3. P.S. I totally used to be "that" girl too who judged christians and said that I believed but wouldn't be "that" girl going to church every sunday. :) Then Jesus knocked me off my feet with His love and grace. :)

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  4. How sweet!
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