I am afraid of having a daughter: I am afraid that you would become too much like me.
It was a heartbreakingly beautiful day for a wedding, indeed.
A Christian woman’s question of the man who seeks to capture her heart (or has already done so).
To me as a teenager, God was nothing but an afterthought. He was the “therefore” to the paragraphs I could not finish. He was the perfect camouflage in every situation; the perfect excuse; the perfect justification.
A Second Look at Psalm 37:4.
How could I have had everything and not be full? How could I still want more when I already had more than I ever had?
Desperation can be good sometimes, because it shows us that when we can no longer, only God can ever.
Maybe I didn’t want the kinds of marriages I was seeing all around me. Maybe I was afraid of being tied to the “wrong person when the right one comes along.” Maybe I hadn’t found someone good enough.
At one point, after I had shared with Joseph my struggles about a certain someone and how I kept on trying to surrender him to the Lord, he strongly encouraged me to write about “how to not fall with feelings.”
“I am always foil when it matters. Lord, I wish that just for once, I could be my first choice’s first choice.”
I started to ask myself, Is that all it is about? To keep on wanting and waiting for something new, different, and more each time? To keep on wanting relief from each moment of life that has become humdrum? Will nothing ever be enough?