So, I’m single and that matters…..why?
I used to ask myself that, A LOT. Why did it matter to me that I was single? Was it the world who set the precedent that at some point in my life I should be married? Or at least dating someone and be working toward a committed relationship? Or did I truly, truly, way deep down long for a relationship? That was a tough question for me to answer.
For the longest time I continuously prayed to be in a relationship. I thought there was something WRONG with me. Now, after how many years?…. I finally get it. Oh,I still pray about it. But I pray with fervent prayers, prayers of hope and joy and belief and excitement. My prayers from yesteryears were full of tears and anguish and discouragement. “Why God Why?” I would ask over and over and over. He must’ve wiped His brow every time I got out of bed knowing He was going to hear from me today with my tear streaked cheeks and pitiful tone.
Today, I’m different.
Sure I would love to have a companion, BUT my life is pretty awesome as it is. I spend my time with my son and my bestest girlfriends, I volunteer and do all the things I love to do that make me feel good about me. I spend time in my yard, my garden, my sewing room. I enjoy watching a movie, going for walks around the nearby park and having girlfriends over for Girls Nights. I’ve changed my focus to being complete in me, right where I am. And if God chooses to bless me with a mate, I’m eager to say hi at the sight of him.
Til then. It’s me and my singleness.