Please Excuse my obsession about singleness . . .
But it's my CHURCH's fault entirely.
(Well okay . . . not entirely)
God does have a sense of humor (or compassion) though because in the midst of my "obsessions" He's lead me to various passages, articles, and series that have offered up the kind of encouragement and frankness that this "single" needed to hear this week in particular.
I'm realizing more and more everyday that it isn't the single part that is so uncomfortable- it's the single/leader part. Because in a place that I have no answers, no guarantees, and let's be honest, no good things to say about being single "this long" - I'm still looked to, looked at, asked, and it's my "duty" to be faithful where there isn't any faith. That is what crumbles me sometimes. And then in the midst of my "I can't and I won't" there is that splash of relief, of candid words, and writings from other women much like me who survived, are surviving and who are faithful.
It's all I've got right now, but I'll take it.
By this time, I had already been a bridesmaid in approximately 143 weddings — or at least it seemed like that many. These were weddings of friends and classmates from my small Christian college who met their future mates within the first six minutes of freshmen orientation. Was I in the bathroom or something? Because I totally missed that window. . .Read the rest here.
