But when 30 hit, let’s just say God and me were in a fight.
No matter how you choose to word it, being single was never in my plans.No amount of flirting made Jesus more desirable to him.Sure, he could have provided me with every luxury in this world — except the one thing that held the most value to me.I never would have considered dating a non-Christian. In fact, “loves God and puts Him first” was always on the top of the list of what I was looking for. It started as impatience, but it soon developed into a rampaging beast of unbelief, doubt, and worst of all, hopelessness.It felt like everyone I knew was married, including the kids I used to babysit.While the first two dates were just awkward encounters that made me feel uncomfortable and probably caused my face to glow red for hours afterwards, the third guy peaked my interest. All my ideas and hopes of leading him to Jesus weren’t realistic.