There are moments in my singleness where I start to wander and wonder…
About where he is and where He is…
About if I expect too much…
About what would happen if I throw caution/wisdom/knowledge/conviction out the window and settle for whatever I can get…
But after that, I always come to the same conclusion:
It’s best to wait.
Last weekend, a friend sent this poem to me. This woman says it so much better than I ever could.
Not saying that I want someone who can spit Scripture at a moment’s notice (’cause I can’t).
Not saying that I’m the epitome of Proverbs 31 (I can’t even sew).
But someone who understands that Christ doesn’t come off like a coat you can’t wear anymore?
Someone who’s running the same race I am and towards the same finish line I’m trying to get to?
Yes, I’ll take that.
Thank You Lord for the Monday morning encouragement.