Well Wishes

It seems I have reached that era of my life in which most acquaintances and friends are finding a special someone to commit the rest of their lives to. Thus, I am left in a  reflective mood.

I never thought that I would be single at my age. I believed I would, like my parents, be happily hitched by twenty-two. I am not that old, but I am beginning to feel left behind.

This weekend, one of my dearest friends is getting married to the man of her dreams. I am beyond ecstatic for the happiness they have found and I wish them well, but it means yet another friend is running off into a sunset to live happily ever after. What about me? Where is my sunset?

Unfortunately, my vehicular troubles have left me stranded at home, unable to attend what I know will be a stunning event. I am sad that I cannot share in their joy, yet I feel a twinge of relief at not witnessing another reminder of how “out of love” I am.

I’m not picky or unrealistic, I grew up with three lively brothers. Ultimately, I look for someone who has his priorities straight, (service to God first),  who is continually seeking to learn and grow in life, (and has fun doing it), and someone I have chemistry with. Is that too much to ask?

Of course, most of my singularity is my fault. So, in the meantime, I will keep growing and allowing God to work His will in me, strengthening the weak areas of my life. All I have left is my faith that if I am completely open to God’s leading, He will guide me to the right place at the right time. I have hope.

To my future man:

I know you’re out there somewhere. I’m waiting and praying for you. Keep Jesus first, listen to His leading, and we will meet soon.

Wishing you well.

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