Monday, July 1, 2013

Chilaxin' Weekend

So, I am back with a full weekend to tell you about.  (Sorry, even God rested on the seventh day).  Well, I got coffee with Adam on Saturday.  Just what I needed.  You know those people you absolutely love but are just exhausting?  That would be Adam.  I love him to death but wow do I need a pick me up when we are done meeting!  He is the epitome of a cynic. It also doesn't help that we always talk about things you are not supposed to – religion and politics…and his playa love life (three girls at one time who don’t know about each other – if there ever was a part of me that was romantically curious about him it disappeared really quick). 

My meeting with him got me thinking about religion (go figure) and how we pick and choose – even us Christians – what we believe.  How can you say God is invested in his people enough to send his only son to die for them and then in the same breath say he doesn't care about the individual?  How can you say you believe in the Old and New Testaments but in the same breath say you don’t believe God has a purpose for you (Jeremiah, Psalms, Mathew, Mark, Titus).  No wonder we get such a bad name, we gave up on the entirety of the relationship generations ago.  Alas…

Well, as I was contemplating this, I went on quite an adventure with my sister for Ryan.  If you haven’t figured it out, Ryan is in the Air Force.  He is stationed at the base by my house (for now anyway).  But his training is in Mississippi (two days and counting).  Well, he has this little girl who drew him the cutest picture.  He left it in his locker at work. So, my mission was to get it.  Harder than you think as a civilian.  But possible.  Only problem – I don’t own my car (which means registration and insurance are not in my name)…I use the property truck for the moment.  This means I can’t get on base where his picture is.  What do I do?  I enlist my retired military sister to help. Special shout out to her husband who is so awesome in letting me take her out for the afternoon!!!

We get on base no problem but the street signs on base are awful and the streets are not organized very well in some places.  After thirty minutes we finally find the street and call in to be escorted to the locker room.  The sergeant who let us in must have thought we were crazy (especially because I was dressed like I always am – super cute summer dress and heels – and this is definitely a work shop).  Good thing I was with the marine, she casually asks sarcastically, “So you must get requests like this all the time?”  To which he replies very seriously, “No.”  Then he saw the only thing I grab, a child’s drawing (hey, I come for the important stuff!)  His face was priceless. 

So since we were out there we checked out the PX and Commissary (might as well make the best out the trip).  Would be great deals if you didn’t have to drive 21 miles to get there.  Then off to do more job hunting and dinner with sis and the fam.  Finished with more job hunting.

So, if you are like me and have a very difficult time sleeping, you know it is extremely awful when it’s hot out.  It’s been 109 the past four days.  Sleep is awful. Nightmares and all.  Hint, cool down the room before bed and you just might sleep.  

In the meantime, Ryan and I have been talking and prepping for the trip.  Did you know you can see dolphins in Gulfport, Mississippi? We plan on doing that, catching some great museums and because it is supposed to be just as hot there as here, a water park (it’s been years since I went to the now no longer World Famous Manteca Water Slides).  Getting excited.  Any other tips for Biloxi tell me and I’ll see what we can do. 

Then Sunday I had the blessing of practicing my religious freedom and worshiping at church.  It was awesome! But one of my favorite parts of the day was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with my dad as we watched the California Gold show.  I had never seen it, but it was interesting learning about a 1928 timber train (Shout out to my favorite Chris down south and his dad who did the electric work on trains – miss you guys tons). 

Afterword, I got to talk to Veronica (an old friend from high school who is now a super smart doctor in Terence).  She is awesome to have in my life.  But, I got to help her out.  Because I spent most of the past six years living with three guys, she wanted some advice on a potential new living situation.  I told her, she is paying the bills, so live where she feels safe and comfortable with who she feels safe and comfortable).  Two hours later we were completely caught up.  She is a Team Ryan fan (as my good friend Julie said yesterday).  So, his fan club is growing. 

Finished the day with a two mile walk in 106 degree weather in the orchards.  Listening to some amazing music (I figured out how to put iTunes on my phone!!)


Now to get some great ideas for the trip!  

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Decision Made

I had the best meeting with an old friend and her beautiful children yesterday.  Victoria and I have an interesting past and it would be easy for us not to be friend.  Yet, I thank God every day for small miracles like her friendship.  She is a constantly encourages, an example of faith, and someone I truly admire.  I was so blessed to see her for even just a short time yesterday. In case you are reading this, yes, I finished the book last night and your husband’s HR manager gets a call from me at least once a week (fingers crossed!!)

My brother surprised me yesterday with a visit.  It was a blast to spend some quality time with him.  Movie and surprising great food at this brewery I never knew existed in this small town was the best.  I had some great catch up time with him and got to pick his brain.  I asked him what he thought about the trip out to see Ryan and (lucky for Ryan) he said go.  Then I told him, “Great!  I needed a playa’s perspective.” He thought I was funny, and let’s face it, I can be. 

After our fun lunch we decided it would be great to go walk in downtown…in the heat.  We discovered this new tea house that used to be a dilapidated old Victorian.  As I walked through it (yes, even the attic) I kept thinking to myself, “If only I had a property like this, with my event planning experience, I could have a thriving business.”  Anyone know of a property?  Or sales guys like my kid brother to help with advertising?  It was the first time in a while I was excited about an idea like that.  Something I don’t think I will let go of soon.

When the heat finally got to us (holy heat wave Batman!!!!) we headed home so I could finish the book I was editing.  Then we went off to a spontaneous family BBQ (which we wall decided was better to have inside than outside).  My parents, sister and her family and two brothers all enjoyed some grubbing chicken and caught up and told stories.  When the kids went down to bed, my brother and I stayed and chatted with my sister and brother-in-law.  We reminisced about many times the two of us have hung out.  Since my sister was at war during most of this time, she had a great time listening to our many escapades. 

Her favorite was when David (always knows how to get me in a tight spot) told me he left something out my sister’s house.  It was probably around midnight when he went to pick it up (I think it was a cell phone charger).  I asked, “She knows you are coming, right?” “Of course!”  He responded.  I should I have known better.  We get into the house and he begins to look for said phone charger.  In the process he breaks a picture frame and creates quite havoc.  Low and behold my brother-in-law comes down the stairs…with a gun (yep, they live in the country and he was protecting his family).  Nothing happened because he is trained with them and knows not to shoot stupidly, but it was a funny experience.  Yep, brother got me into trouble again. 

We reminisced some more and enjoyed a grand time of stories.  A great night all in all.  But, what you all are more interested in is if I got tickets to Ryan.  Yep!  Bought, paid for, and I leave on the third.  I am getting quite excited!  I am told there will be fireworks for Independence Day over the international waters there. In Southern California fireworks are mostly illegal, so it has been a while since I have seen them on Independence Day.  Watching them over water sounds almost as fun as watching them beneath me on a plan (which I have done as I flew cross country…saw them start in DC and begin in California).  I am sure this will be a week of grand adventure…if nothing else a great experience.  I have never been to Mississippi, so a good look at the Deep South will be fun and educational.  There is a rich history there (something I love to learn about). 

So cheers to new adventure!  New experiences!  New friends!  New luck…I hope. 


Friday, June 28, 2013

Should I Stay or Should I GO, Now?


You just never know what life is going to throw at you.  And I mean never.  Some of you know my history with men…I don’t have a great track record.  It is so bad in fact that some people have any broached the subject of having my family arrange a marriage for me.  Yep. That happened.  To put it lightly I have not been treated well by the male sex. 

Additionally, I have spent the majority of the past ten years taking care of other people.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to take care of people.  I just forget to take care of me sometimes because of it.  I have done everything from staying up late helping with essays to two am feedings.  I take care of people…it is what I do.  As you can see the combination of the these two facts makes me uneasy when a male is nice to me and wants to take care of me.  Which ultimately causes problems. 

In what has become our daily conversations, Ryan has offered to order me pizza and sleeping pills (I don’t sleep and haven’t in over five years) and get me a massage.  All of which I declined because I am a big girl and can take care of myself.  I have been doing that mostly well for the past ten years.  And he is patient with me, so he lets it happen. 

Why does all this matter?  Well, yesterday sitting at my computer applying to job after job after job, my computer revolted.  It actually refused to let me up load any more applications.  So, I took it as a sign to take a break.  But that left me in the middle of the country with very little to do.  So, I did what I always do and sought solace with my sister and her family down the road.  Nice break when you can get it…especially at nap time. 

But, I had spent the entire morning looing at a computer screen and didn’t want to look at a television screen so we decide to go into town.  We stopped to get some world famous (according to their sign) Brock’s ice cream…and it was just as good as I remembered.  But then headed off to the mall for some quite walking around.  We had to get back soon because I was going to make dinner for them and then we had rehearsal.  All the while I am texting back and forth with Ryan…who is really smooth with the words and knows exactly how to make me smile!  Thank the Lord for small favors. 

In the midst of cooking dinner (lemon chicken, steamed broccoli and salad…yes this single girl can cook!) I mentioned the approaching holiday.  It helped I just bought a really cute hat for said holiday.  He casually mentions a visit to him in training.  Now what you don’t know is my dream is to be in DC…the closer the better.  So, I am trying to get out there, if nothing else save enough money to get out there and get a Starbucks gig if I have to.  So, knowing that that is my plan at the moment, I say no.  But the more I talk to him, the more I want out of this city, the more I think it could be a good idea…hmmm…

Should I stay or should I go?  That is the question. 

To make matters more interesting, I ask Ryan if he reads my blog (not that many do).  He says he doesn’t get on Facebook much.  Where I remind him my blog isn’t on Facebook (though I do post a link).  His internet was down, but he promised he would.  Now I have been promised things before by guys and that usually means, “Let me tell her what she wants to hear and not follow through.”  Today, he made good on that promise without one single mention of it from me.  I think I could get use to a guy with integrity.  Maybe a trip isn’t such a bad idea?

Thursday, June 27, 2013

The Water Break


Nothing like a crappy night of sleep on soar muscles.  It is no secret I am a horrible sleeper.  I have not slept really well since 2005 but this past two weeks has been some of the worse.  I have also changed my usual work out routine from a nice long run outside and some muscle toning after to Insanity because let’s face it – 100 degree weather is not fun to run in and I get a full body work out in the air conditioning…with my sister.  So company working out really does make it more fun!

But, soar and tired is how I awoke.  That isn’t so bad, not really, at least until I stumbled into the bathroom to get ready for said work out.  Beneath my feet I was rudely shaken awake by the very cold sensation of water…all over the floor.  Now, let me give you a back story. 

The property I live on is old.  I mean really old.  And we are on well water (only drink our purified water if you ever come to visit).  I am the daughter of a fix-it dad.  I have helped him paint the house, build things, even install electricity to our back yard once.  As such I have learned to take care of myself mostly for the past ten years.  I once had my toilet literally explode on me and fixed it myself without calling the landlord.  So, I immediately went into fix it mode.  First, clean up the floor so I can maneuver without breaking any bones.  Second, locate the problem.  I check the sink.  Nope.  Everything appears to be running well.  I brush my teeth.  I check the toilet.  All water levels are good and all basic plumbing is secure and operating without a problem.  I check the shower (which hasn’t been run in 24 hours because I haven’t taken my morning shower).  There is dirt everywhere.  Gross.  Not how I left it.  So, I know I have reached the limit of my knowledge and it is time to call the landlords – my parents.

Now, if you know anything about my parents you know they are steadfast hard workers – which is the nice way of saying they are work-aholics.  But, I also was raised to utilize every available tool before calling them.  So, at 6:30 in the morning what do I do?  I text Dad and head off to my work out, after all my sister is waiting for me and she has kids.  Plus, I know I will be back by 8 or 8:30.  No response.  Either he isn’t up or he is really mad. If you know me, you know that stresses me out.  I don’t like being the bearer of bad news, but I really don’t like doing it to my dad. 

I go get in a really good work out (praise the Lord for good work outs, they really clear your mind).  Muscles aching and tired, but a productive work out none the less.  I scoot out of my sister’s house down the road and head home to my lovely apartment.  Dad’s car is not in the drive (yep, we live on the same property).  This means one of two things.  Dad doesn’t always get texts.  So, either he has not gotten them and head to head out of town on work or he has is at the hardware store figuring something out. I walk into my apartment and immediately know he got the text.  I have dresser drawers moved away from the wall and all the lights are on.  Yep.  The wheels are set in motion. They are trying to dry everything out. 

Still in need of a shower but unsure what is safe to use, I start to work on my computer (after I call Dad to see how I can help…no answer…he is either really mad or can’t talk…hoping for the later).  About an hour in to my work (how cool to work from home) my mom comes in.  Uh-oh, this could be good or bad.  She says she doesn’t know what the problem is either.  I confirm what I did with her and she said I did it right!  Yay!  And she confirms Dad isn’t mad at me! Double YAY!!  But, we still have to figure out what the problem is, so boo.  Oh well, I will shower in one of the adjoining apartments for now and see what happens.

In the mean time, while all this is going on Ryan (remember him, good guy who asked me on a date?) texts me.  He has a big test today, so I shoot a prayer up for him.  I know he is going to ace it.  When he tells me he got an A I was stoked!  Go Ryan!  Then he tells me he needs to do better.  Double YAY!!  That means he is driven.  How can a girl not like that?  He also found some ways to make me smile in the midst of the crazy morning, so I think a date could actually work out.  Thank you Donna (name changed) for your advice yesterday.  Nice to know another single woman.  I am so glad we got reconnected the other day at the party.  Can’t wait for a coffee date or something…you say when and where. 

And, well, now that I am officially stir crazy in the orchards, I have decided I need to do some community service (as well as continue on this job hunt).  This girl needs to meet some people!!  Ideas are officially welcome.  Which brings me to dear, sweet Angie (name changed).  I used to be her small group leader and she headed off to college.  In the past year life hit her pretty hard and well she is searching for peace, solace, and hope.  She called me yesterday to discuss life and all that entails and I thought about how blessed I am to be chosen for such discussions.  Surely, I have made a grand impact on the lives of those I have been called to lead.  Not many of my peers can say they have done the same and for that I am both blessed and proud.  Thank you Lord for reminding me of my impact and that my life is not about me but about you and being a light to those who need it. 

This also brought Nick back into light. How do you help keep a friend on the high ground when it is so easy to do the opposite?  I have no idea.  So, I did for him what I would do for anyone, encouraged him.  I send inspiring quotes and scriptures to friends when I think they would benefit from hearing them.  Usually, it goes over really well.  In this case, I am still unsure.  I don’t know where we stand in our friendship or how to help him.  So, pray for him please.  He needs some hope unlike any other (you know when your past finally catches up to you and you realize the consequences).  He needs that kind of prayer. 

So, here we go.  Leaks.  Workouts.  Sweet Ryan.  Thank you Donna and Angie for being lights to me.  And Dear Nick…praying for you always. 

Now for another day of random adventure!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Know Thy Enemy


Know thy enemy…

“Every town has its up and downs.  Sometimes ups out number the downs, as the narrator in Disney’s Robin Hood puts it.  And having moved ten times in ten years, I can attest to the truth in that.  In the city there are big city problems: traffic, scheduling, re-routing do to street repairs.  Because most people in the city are completely into themselves, there are very rarely actual relational problems…at least that are spoken out loud about. 

In a small town there are different problems.  Sure there is small traffic (add five minuets to your travel time during peak hours) and constant construction (at least that is what is happening all over mine at the moment), but there is one thing you just can’t avoid – everybody knows everybody or thinks they do. 

Most of the time knowing everyone is really great…but sometimes, it really isn’t.  In my case it is a mix of both.  I have been in my new home for a week.  One week.  I have already been confronted with old friends and unresolved problems.  (Here is a hint, never run away from a problem with a human face, inevitably it will come to haunt you when you don’t expect it).  What does this mean?  Well, let me name three of mine: Adam, Nick, and Ryan (names have been changed for privacy…it’s a small town people!)

Well, Adam has been a friend from college…exactly ten years now actually.  And I think the world of him.  He is successful at his job, has traveled the world, and is wicked smart…not bad looking either.  I have always respected his opinions and know him to be someone to tell me the truth no matter how much it hurts.  That is one of the things I admire about him.  But, we differ on some vital issues in life…mostly just one – I am a Christian and he is…well…not.  And yet, I actually care about what he thinks about my life and where I am going.  But, I am faced with the conundrum of why?  We evaluate life and its challenges differently.  So, how can his assessments really matter?  We base decisions on different scales?  Nevertheless, he is asked to meet to catch up.  Which I am really looking forward to, but part of me wants to not go because I don’t want to hear, “You’re so smart, why have you not done more with your life?  Your peers are doing great things, why have you not?”  Shoot me now! 

So, in preparation for this I have thought about answers (yes, I am planner, can you tell?)  First, those lives I have worked most closely with I have impacted greater than he ever has his subordinates.  I know I have changed the lives of countless youth because of where God put me.  For that I am proud. I have managed a successful yearlong campaign raising money and awareness to combat human trafficking…something bigger than me that doesn’t help grow my career path.  I have done more than my current CV may lead on – because most has been unpaid.  So, Adam, get off your high horse and know that I am proud of my choices.  And God does not abandon the work of His hands, so there is something big and powerful coming for me in my life. 

Well, that felt good just to write…now if only I can stick to my guns. 

Then there is Nick, the real dilemma for me.  Nick I have known for as long as I can remember.  He is a great guy; however misguided he has been in his adult life.  He is my friend.  And because he is my friend, I stand by him, even when he does crappy things to me.  He has been in my face (divine appointments I am sure) this past week, even though I didn’t/don’t want to see him.  Funny, PD told me I would be learning to know my enemy.  I am finding my enemy is my head, my heart and my flesh.  Nick challenges all these without realizing any of it.  You see, we left things in a bad place a few years ago.  Talk about not wanting to see people…he was my number one do not want to see…and the first person I saw.  He is going through a crappy time and I have compassion for him.  But, truth be told I don’t know how to help him…and he has reached out for it.  So, knowing that he is looking for compassion, forgiveness, and hope as a Christian I am faced with the test of unconditional love.  Do I help the person who hurt me so deeply or do I let it go?  Answer…PRAY!  Pray through every response and keep turning to the Word.  Which is what I did as he talked to me today. 

Then there is Ryan.  Talk about an all-around good guy (yes, I actually have guy problems!)  You may or may not know but I am a virgin who dates for a mate…which translates to I don’t date you if I know right off it won’t work.  This has led to a very dry spell…like five years of no one asking me out.  And there is good reason.  You see, research says most divorce happens over religion, sex and money.  As I am only getting married once, I find those things important.  If you are not a Christian I won’t date you (we are unequally yoked and we make decisions on two different scales…so why bother?)  If you’re not willing to wait till marriage…well life will suck for you because I am so, I won’t date you.  If you are not working or actively searching, you don’t care enough about taking care of yourself, much less me, so I won’t date you.  At my age, that limits the fish in the pool substantially.  So what does this have to do with Ryan? Good question. 

I have known Ryan since high school.  We did a musical together (if his buddies at work knew I sure there would be complete heckling…for days and days!!!)  But, we lost touch over the years and only recently reconnected a few months ago…before the move.  But he is this small town and as a friend we have hung out…a lot actually.  That is until he left for training for work (to be gone a few months).  In that time, he has taken a keen liking to me…and honestly, I him.  Good guy and good dad.  Problem.  He isn’t a Christian.  There are some other things too, but this isn’t a blog about him, so I’ll leave those out.  But, and this is big for me…he asked me on a date!  Yep a real date.  Not one where the guy expects to get lucky, not because he thinks I am hot or smart (usually those things are separately) but because he likes me.  Just crazy kookie me.  If this doesn’t sound that crazy, add in the fact that I haven’t been on a date in five years…nay, I haven’t been asked on a date in that long!  Talk about a dry spell.  I said yes, for those of you who are curious.  And I am excited about it.  But in true form, I have analyzed the heck out of it and keep going back and forth.  The real kicker…the date isn’t till he is done with training…in October.  Talk about giving me time to get into my own head.  But, the gentleman that he is, gets it and is super great about it. So I really know he is a great guy.  I am lucky.  Now if only I can get out of my head. 

Who knew it would take me coming home for all this? And at the same time the job hunt continues.  The freelance work continues.  And getting settled continues.  My life the saga…to be continued…

This is really just getting some thoughts out there.  Not really sure it did anything other than show me that one of my worst enemies is myself.  My pride (Adam), my heart (Nick) and my head (Ryan).  How do you fight this awful enemy that is so very very close?  Prayer…and lots of it.  Scripture…and more and more of it.  And faith – for I know who goes before me and who stands behind, the God of angel armies is always by my side.  And thank Heaven for that!!!  So, I guess…
We’re in the thick of it now kids!

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

The Move Home


Not sure what this will turn into…maybe just a space to clear my head, maybe a book, maybe nothing at all, but here goes. 

It has been over a year since I last posted something, and there is a good reason for that.  I was working…a lot.  As an executive assistant and office manager of a small company I had very little time to write…though looking back I really should have taken the time.  But that is not what this is about.  This is about the new chaotic adventures of my life.  There seems to be many. So, here goes…

I spent the past ten years in a city.  The first of those five in the lovely capital of California then the later five in Southern California ending up in the City of Angels.  Pretty exciting when you find out I spend most of those So Cal days living a mile from the beach, basking in the golden rays of sunshine.  In those ten years I have received two degrees (bachelors and masters), served many non-profits, campaigned successfully against human trafficking, sung with a professional worship team, performed with one of the best acting troupes L.A. has to offer, and worked multiple jobs.  All in all, not bad.

So, why am I now writing? Because life is no longer in the city working and performing.  Much like most of my graduating class, I have found myself back in the struggle of finding a job.  Grand!  Who doesn’t love hitting the preverbal pavement and getting constant rejection letters?  But how did I find myself in this place?  In the beautiful orchard country of Nor Cal unemployed and alone?  Good question!  Truth be told, I am not really sure.  One day I had a job in LA, the next the company heads to Texas. 

A week into my new residence I find city life has become a part of me.  And as a friend encouraged me to journal about this new adventure of coming home and trusting in the One True King, here it is. 

In this past week I have been confronted with friends of old, relationships of old, and the realization that I am almost 30 with no job, no car, and no relationship.  Sounds pretty depressing.  But in truth, I am not depressed.  I have made it work and know there is a job on the horizon (after all every employer can’t deny me!)  His timing. 

So, let’s see where this takes me.  If you want come along for the ride.  Comment.  Share.  And if not, this will just be an interesting journal…for me…

Let the adventure begin!!!

 

Monday, March 19, 2012

Have you eva been played, playa?


Today, we get to look at one of the most tragic love stories in the Bible.  We get to talk about love today…that’s right, the gushy stuff…sort of.  In preparation for this I spent a lot of time researching.  You see, I have not been in love, and so a lot of today’s lesson was over my head.  I actually started reading this scripture as a story on lust and not love.  I saw Samson as wanting Delilah for her body, because he clearly did not trust her with the important things.  But I am getting ahead of myself.  Let’s just read it.    

1 One day Samson went to Gaza, where he saw a prostitute. He went in to spend the night with her. 2 The people of Gaza were told, “Samson is here!” So they surrounded the place and lay in wait for him all night at the city gate. They made no move during the night, saying, “At dawn we’ll kill him.” 
 3 But Samson lay there only until the middle of the night. Then he got up and took hold of the doors of the city gate, together with the two posts, and tore them loose, bar and all. He lifted them to his shoulders and carried them to the top of the hill that faces Hebron.
 4 Some time later, he fell in love with a woman in the Valley of Sorek whose name was Delilah. 5 The rulers of the Philistines went to her and said, “See if you can lure him into showing you the secret of his great strength and how we can overpower him so we may tie him up and subdue him. Each one of us will give you eleven hundred shekels[a] of silver.”
 6 So Delilah said to Samson, “Tell me the secret of your great strength and how you can be tied up and subdued.”
 7 Samson answered her, “If anyone ties me with seven fresh bowstrings that have not been dried, I’ll become as weak as any other man.”
 8 Then the rulers of the Philistines brought her seven fresh bowstrings that had not been dried, and she tied him with them. 9 With men hidden in the room, she called to him, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” But he snapped the bowstrings as easily as a piece of string snaps when it comes close to a flame. So the secret of his strength was not discovered.
 10 Then Delilah said to Samson, “You have made a fool of me; you lied to me. Come now, tell me how you can be tied.”
 11 He said, “If anyone ties me securely with new ropes that have never been used, I’ll become as weak as any other man.”
 12 So Delilah took new ropes and tied him with them. Then, with men hidden in the room, she called to him, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” But he snapped the ropes off his arms as if they were threads.
 13 Delilah then said to Samson, “All this time you have been making a fool of me and lying to me. Tell me how you can be tied.”
   He replied, “If you weave the seven braids of my head into the fabric on the loom and tighten it with the pin, I’ll become as weak as any other man.” So while he was sleeping, Delilah took the seven braids of his head, wove them into the fabric 14 and[b] tightened it with the pin.
   Again she called to him, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!” He awoke from his sleep and pulled up the pin and the loom, with the fabric.
 15 Then she said to him, “How can you say, ‘I love you,’ when you won’t confide in me? This is the third time you have made a fool of me and haven’t told me the secret of your great strength.” 16 With such nagging she prodded him day after day until he was sick to death of it.
 17 So he told her everything. “No razor has ever been used on my head,” he said, “because I have been a Nazirite dedicated to God from my mother’s womb. If my head were shaved, my strength would leave me, and I would become as weak as any other man.”
 18 When Delilah saw that he had told her everything, she sent word to the rulers of the Philistines, “Come back once more; he has told me everything.” So the rulers of the Philistines returned with the silver in their hands. 19 After putting him to sleep on her lap, she called for someone to shave off the seven braids of his hair, and so began to subdue him.[c] And his strength left him.
 20 Then she called, “Samson, the Philistines are upon you!”
   He awoke from his sleep and thought, “I’ll go out as before and shake myself free.” But he did not know that the LORD had left him.
 21 Then the Philistines seized him, gouged out his eyes and took him down to Gaza. Binding him with bronze shackles, they set him to grinding grain in the prison. 22 But the hair on his head began to grow again after it had been shaved.

Most lessons on this are focused on Samson, how he was ensnared and how he was tricked.  Very few focus on Delilah because we know very little about her.  We know she is a self-made woman because she lives by herself, most believe she owned her own home, but we don’t know how she made her money, was she a widow or was she a great sales person?  We know she lived in the valley between the Philistines and the Israelites, but we don’t know which nationality she was.  We actually know almost nothing about her, which makes teaching on her difficult. 

But, we do know one important thing…Samson was in love with her.  Verse 4 reads, “Sometime later he fell in love with a woman in the Valley of Serek whose name was Delilah.”  There is that crazy to define word.  A word I struggle with enough in my daily relationships I thought we would hear from some people who have had a better understanding than me on this one.  Check out this video.  


Wow, that sounds like something to be treasured.  In fact, Proverbs 31:11 says, “The love of a man is to be treasured.  The heart of her husband trusts in her.”  Hear that ladies, we are to treasure the love of a man.  Now, I know you hear this and think, but I am not married it doesn’t apply to me, but it matters more.  The love of a man, whether it is brotherly, friendly, or something more, is to be treasured, and unfortunately, we ladies often become Delilahs. 

Delilah knew Samson was in love with her, and yet she betrays him anyway.  No one knows why she took the money, in verse 5 and 6, but she did.  Perhaps her home was going into foreclosure and she needed to make a payment, perhaps, her car needed a new transmission, perhaps she was about to go bankrupt…we don’t know, but I do know that she was a smart woman, so there would have been a purpose behind the money.  Not that that justifies what she did.

We read that she asks Samson about his strength and how to subdue him four different times.  We know the two probably lived together, something that went against the vow Samson took, but we know they lived together.  I can imagine the first time she asked she probably put on something cute, cuddled up with him on the couch to watch a movie and at just the right time between the end of the movie and the credits rolling asked him in verse 6, “Tell me the secret of your great strength and how you can be tied up and subdued.”

When she tells the Philistines and it does not work, I can imagine her frustration at herself.  This probably hit her pride pretty hard, after all she was probably used to getting whatever she wanted and Samson lied to her.   But a determined woman, she did not give up.   I imagine the second time they probably were laying down to bed.  She probably had a book out and he was just crawling in to tell her how much she loved him, and she turns away.  When he asked what was wrong, she stated in verse 10 “You made me the fool” with big pouty lips and crossed arms. 

At this point, you would think Samson would take a hint, but he lies to her again.  When the Philistines fail to succeed, now her pride is broken.  She gets angry.  She tries to shift the blame as in verse 13 “You have been making a fool of me and lying to me.”  He caves again, because he loves her and doesn’t want to see her upset.  But her still lies to her, as if he knows he should run. 

But, the fourth and final time, she used the ultimate card – the love card.  I imagine her pulling out all the stops and then after a quite date he leans in close and whispers to her how much he loves her.  At this, Delilah does the unthinkable, she says in verse 15 “How can you say I love you when won’t confined in me?  This is third time you have made a fool of me and haven’t told me the secret of your great strength.”  And then she nagged him.  I am sorry fellas, but at this point, Samson is just and idiot!
Ouch.  When I started researching this, I asked a bunch of guys if they had ever experienced this.  Here are a couple answers.  Check out this video.  


I also had a quite a big response on how girls will dress a certain way, flirt at just the right time, or build a guy up just to get what she wants.  When we wear revealing clothes, it is not because we want to be and feel pretty it is because we want attention.  We do not think about what that attire does to our brothers and sisters.  We do this so well they have made movies, TV shows, and books that show example after example of this.  Mean Girls with Rachel McAdams and Lindsey Lohan is example after example of how dress, dance, and flirting to get what you want break and destroy the hearts of men, Pretty Little Liars, shows how when you manipulate a guy to get the knowledge they have by playing on their feelings you will get what you want and destroy them in the process, The Hunger Games shows how a man’s love is to be treasured and how easy it is to play on that in the wrong way.  Katniss loses not only a friend in the process, but the trust of an ally.  Ryan said it best when he said, guys are visual.  Ladies, listen.  As 1 Corinthians 8:9 says, “Careful, however, the exercise of your freedom does not become a stumbling block to the weak,” and Romans 14:13 states, “make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacles in your brother’s way.” We know they are visual creatures who need to be encouraged and uplifted…so let’ stop being Delilahs and start being sisters in Christ. 

We are to treasure the love of a man, so why don’t we?  I think some of the gentlemen hit on it.  Girls, we have a hard time understanding our worth.  We struggle to know that our worth does not come from the eyes of man, but the eyes of God.  So, fellas, don’t think you are off the hook.  Guys, I hope you hear this and learn to do something really difficult.  Proverbs 4:23 states, “above all else guard you heart for it is the wellspring of life.”  I hope you listen to the advice of those guys you heard today and treasure what love is, but more importantly, set your sights on God so the right girl comes into your life.  If you challenge us to be better than we are, we usually respond to that.  My sisterly advice for you young men would be this:  It is really easy for a guy to say a girl is beautiful when she is all dolled up for a dance, or dressed in a low cut top or flirting with you, it is a lot harder to tell it to her when she is in sweats and a tee shirt, or just came out of practice, or just had a really emotional day.  Tell her she is beautiful when she feels the ugliest and she will trust you.  Open the door for her as you get in the car or enter a building, not because she is the one you will marry, but because she is someone you are called to love.  If guys treated a girl like a lady, they will be more apt to act like one.  Ladies, don’t take this a way to manipulate and coerce a guy to do what you want, use it as a way to honor your brothers and when the right guy comes along it won’t be about your body and sex, it will be about your character…which is what you really want anyway. 


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