Confession: I’ve been single my whole life.
Yup, you read that right. All of it. 20 years. No first date. No first time holding a guy’s hand. Nada.
And it’s been really hard. I’ve wondered if maybe something’s wrong with me or if I’m not pretty enough or if maybe God just wants me to be single forever. Feelings of unworthiness would flood my heart and my mind, taunting me, causing me to doubt God’s love…
I couldn’t hear God telling me that He loved me. Sure, the Bible is God’s love letter to us, but somehow I was missing that. My desire to have a boyfriend and to be loved by someone here on earth blinded me to the fact that Jesus loves me the most of everybody.
Ironically, I became discontent with my lack of contentment.
I still didn’t get it.
Finally, a golden ray of truth broke through the clouds of lies that had been swarming in my mind.
I wasn’t made for this.
Keep reading my post over at The Quiet Place.
