So it sounds as though this “church” is online (or one of you have moved recently?). Have you replied to these messages, enough to rule out the possibility that she’s sending them to you by accident? Does she reply to your replies?
If so, I’d say at a minimum she’s lonely and likes talking to you. You could, if you were so inclined, ask if she’d like to set up a time for a video chat. The distance factor obviously makes the development of a serious relationship less likely, but not impossible. Or you might just become better platonic friends. And given that she’s thousands of miles away, the risk of being embarrassingly rejected is about as low as it could possibly get.
I don’t personally have experience with either of those (they’re big in Asia I think) but be aware that there is a culture with some social media apps to constantly send mundane pictures of everyday life to a bunch of people. It’s the dumbest thing IMO but exists especially with teenagers.
The key thing is whether the pictures are just for you or if they’re going out to a bunch of people.
Absolutely. I never lived closer to 600 miles from my wife before we got married. We’ve been married over 40 years.
Letters and telephone calls work just fine.
Reminds me of a situation I was in a couple years ago. Met a guy at an event, and afterwards, we talked regularly for a month or so, even though he was a 14 hour drive from me. He would FaceTime me sometimes or send pictures of what he was doing that day.
It was obvious that there was some level of attraction, but not enough compatibility to really make a serious go of things. And in his case, he was a good and willing companion to talk to when I felt lonely, and I imagine I was the same for him.
One time, a woman invited me to her house, and we watched TV in bed. She was not, in any way, asking for sex. As far as I know, from what she said, she hadn’t ever had sex, and probably still hasn’t to this day. She was a bit…off.
Years ago I was talking to a very drunk woman in a bar. She lived about 50 yards from the bar, and was a regular. I considered us friends. She described a problem with her bathtub dripping, complained about the cost of a plumber, so I offered to stop by some time to see if I could fix her problem. She asked if I would mind stopping “now”. I agreed.
She left to “straighten up” her place and asked if I could come by in a half hour. When I arrived at her place I knocked on the door and she yelled, “it’s open”. I walked in and followed the sound of her voice. She was in the bathtub, with dozens of candles lit all around the tub.
She was very drunk, I wasn’t, and I really didn’t want to spend any more time there than I had to. I was afraid she’d drown or burn the place down, so I blew out the candles and helped her get out of the tub, dry off, and get into bed. I emptied the bathtub and checked the spout. There was no dripping problem.
I avoided that bar for awhile, feeling awkward to see her again. Then I heard from a friend that she described that night in detail; how she’d “tricked” me into coming over, that she seduced me, and we had wild sex. Apparently I was great and left her exhausted.
I honestly don’t think she even saw how it could be a problem. She was smart and nice, but strangely naive. I hope she’s OK, wherever she’s at these days.