Drawing the Boundary Line

It was her eyes. She has always had that longing look in her eyes. The way she leaned in, and turned her head slightly, these only accentuated this look.

Four years ago, I remember vividly, at dinner I saw that look, over and over, and was overcome with a desire to sleep with her. Praise God I did not.

Yet that same look in no small way led her and a man, both Christians, to sleep with each other two weeks ago.

Small wonder when she faces trouble, she seeks men. Small wonder, although we hadn't met in years, in fact, she sought me in her inconsolable state after her time with that other man.

Only when I saw this look again tonight did God show me what it was. Love addiction. I wanted no part in enabling her: my imploring words were not as important as her realizing who she is in Christ: a daughter and a princess; she had no need to beg with her eyes; but she was inconsolable and unreachable so long as her deep wounds remained unhealed.

I offered to take her to church. Later, on the street, when my discomfort had become unbearable, I stated that I would only meet her again on the condition that we meet with her trusted sisters in Christ, whom she has yet to meet. At that point, she abruptly left me.  I did not feel guilty. I am free to draw my boundaries. (Indeed, praise God, I drew the boundary line this afternoon Clara via text message. There should be fewer, if any, strange, desperate phone calls from her.)

I trust God that I am drawing closer to Him and therefore, my spouse. This episode was a good case as to how the Lord has changed me over the years!