When
the doorbell rang that night, Bob braced himself for the inevitable. He decided he would take it like a man. He would not cry. He would not show anything other than genuine
care for her. She would know that she would
always have him as a friend and he would not think ill of her. With that settled, he opened the door.
The
two embraced. Bob tried to read what the
hug said. It wasn’t overly warm but it
wasn’t cold either. Samantha wasted no
time getting to the point. She was
getting back together with her old boyfriend.
Bob felt his heart crumbling in his chest.
Bob said, “Needless to say, I’m not overly thrilled with your decision
but I want you to be happy. Even if that
happiness isn’t with me.”
“I
know and that is just one of the things I love about you.”
She
went on to say that she would be moving back to her home town. “More great news.” Bob thought.
“You
are a special man, Bob. I really want
you to be happy and I have to believe you will find Ms. Right.” With that, Samantha started for the
door. Bob had to say something but words
would not form in his mouth. He wanted
to protest. He wanted to scream that she
was wrong. It was a mistake. They were meant to be together. Instead, he said nothing. Samantha walked out the door and out of his
life for good. He would never see her
again.
Shortly
after Samantha left, Bob called his father.
He debated on Facetiming with him but he didn’t want to be seen since he
was certain he would cry and didn’t want to be seen crying. With a tight jaw and quivering lips, Bob
explained to his father that Samantha decided to date someone else and she was
moving back home. Matthew could hear the
pain in his son’s voice. It broke his
heart. “I wish I could hug you, son.” He
said.
“I
wish I could hug you too. I’ll be ok,
dad. I serve a big God.”
As
he hung up the phone with his dad, anguish filled Bob’s heart. Lyrics to the song “What if I Stumble” by DC
Talk turned over and over in his mind.
Father
please forgive me for I cannot compose
The fear that lives within me or
the rate at which it grows
If struggle has a purpose on the
narrow road you've carved
Why do I dread my trespasses
Will leave a deadly scar?
What if I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and make fools of us all
The fear that lives within me or
the rate at which it grows
If struggle has a purpose on the
narrow road you've carved
Why do I dread my trespasses
Will leave a deadly scar?
What if I stumble?
What if I fall?
What if I lose my step and make fools of us all
Will
the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
What
if I stumble what if I fall?
You
never turn in the heat of it all.
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You are my comfort, and my God.
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You are my comfort, and my God.
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