Tuesday, December 5, 2017
I've never associated bravery and courage with singleness before.
Courage is for when I moved one thousand miles away from home.
Bravery would be necessary if I ever developed cancer.
But being brave about my singleness?
Over the last six years, my singleness has been about surrendering my desires to God. It has been fighting for joy and contentment despite my circumstances. It has been trying to stop looking at myself and what I want, but rather how God could use me during this undistracted season in life.
But maybe I need to be brave, too.
Maybe the bravest thing I will do is be single.
I imagined going through life with someone by my side. I thought when it was time to decide where to live, where to work, where to worship, what direction my life should take, I would have a husband to help make those hard decisions.
I imagined a godly man who loved me with his heart despite my flaws, and someone I could love, too.
I imagined a house with a few sweet children, writing novels during their naps.
I imagined being less lonely.
I imagined going through stages of life at the same pace as my friends and not being treated like a teenager or less of an adult because I have no husband.
Not having that life I imagined scares me.
So maybe the bravest thing I will ever do is let God turn me in the opposite direction to a different life and a family that consists of just me, where I take one painful step after another.
Labels: the single life
I am a sinner redeemed by Jesus Christ, a writer, a sister, an ice skater, a reader, a college graduate, a watcher, a singer, a creative writing major, a hopeful published author, a collector of sea glass- all to bring glory to my Creator.