One of my good friends sent me the following link:
http://convergemagazine.com/single-waiting-9283/ The words spoke to me. In order of my 30-day Single Woman blog challenge, I wanted to include it for you, my readers.
FYI: I did NOT write the post. It is not my own work.
"Single and Not Waiting"
I’m 23, I just graduated from university, and I’m
single.
Many
of my friends are married, and a few are starting to have children. And
I feel as if I just graduated from high school again. You could say my
life is in transition. And it’s true; I am in the middle of shifting
myself from university to the career world. But I’ve started to wonder
about whether it’s right to refer to my singleness as an in-between
stage.
What exactly am I in-between again?
“It’s the first
day of the rest of my life.” I recently I heard someone on TV say this
about her wedding day, and it really bothered me. While I don’t want to
discount the gift of marriage, I must say I’m a bit confused and
frustrated with this sentiment. I’ve heard the cliché before, but I
suddenly felt the weight of it. As if it equates marriage as the start
of life, or at least the good part.
Don’t misunderstand my
frustration; I think there is a beautiful element of starting a new
family with your spouse. I’m all for godly marriage. But what I’m afraid
of is viewing life through the lens of marriage as the goal. For
waiting to get married before life starts.
I’m afraid, because I’m
afraid it has happened to me. I’ve been living like I’m waiting for
someone to get here. And it isn’t Jesus.
I’ve wasted my time, my
energy, and my emotions on this concept that singleness is just a
waiting room for a relationship. I’m tired of this view that my life
begins when I wake up next to my husband, because I’m pretty sure my
life began 23 years ago when my mom gave birth. And this mentality has
robbed my joy.
As much as I’d like to place all the blame on
Christian culture, the perpetual “Have you met anyone yet?” question the
world asks me, and the reality that my Facebook feed looks more like a
Pinterest wedding board these days, I am convicted of my own failures.
I’ve
been living like God owes me something. Like he hasn’t held up his end
of the deal. He has given me the desire for relationship and marriage,
and he just hasn’t followed through.
I’ve been living under the impression that I deserve a relationship.
I’d
be lying if I said Christian culture does much to inhibit this
mentality. There seems to be a deep understanding and appreciation for
the gift of marriage, but not so much for the gift of singleness (if
it’s treated like a gift at all). Rather, singleness is something to be
cured. Like I’ve got a disease, and introducing me to your single friend
might perhaps cure us both. Singleness is the lump of coal, the gift
that is never on your Christmas list.
There are at least a handful of us standing around, wondering what happened. (After all, I have been pretty nice this year.)
But it’s never been about being entitled, or even about being nice. I have to stop thinking that I’m doing something wrong here.
Well
actually I am, but it isn’t about fixing something that will magically
make a boyfriend appear. It is about changing the direction of my heart.
“I’d rather have the right God than the wrong man.” –- Christen Rapske
People
talk all the time about pursuing people or things for the wrong
reasons, but maybe we pursue God for the wrong reasons. Maybe
subconsciously I’ve been treating God like he’s a vending machine. And
my pursuit of him has really been a pursuit of someone else.
When did Christ cease to be enough?
And
when did I stop finding my identity, self-worth, and fulfillment in
Him, only to place my life on hold for someone I’ve never even met?
Each
day is a gift, and I’m not waiting for it to get here. It is present in
every moment, and it begins anew daily. Man-less or not, I want to
wake up every morning and be excited because I get to spend my day with
the God who created the universe.
And I want to do that for the rest of my life.