I've been off the singleness vein in my blogging for a while. But today I'm back, as I usually get some good ideas when I talk to my single girlfriends. :)
Over caramel apple cider and a pumpkin scone, I met up with a friend and former colleague at Starbucks. I hate coffee, by the way. Random fact. I love the smell, but the taste makes me shudder. Just fyi. But on to more important things...
We have had similar experiences, she and I. We both moved from the North to the South for our teaching jobs. We both have hearts pulling from two places. We both have been single for a long time. We talked about our jobs, our families, and the excitement of the unknown for our futures. We talked about what it's like to have lots of married friends.
And then I told her something I've thought for years and never thought to blog about, until now. Maybe some of you long-single ladies will understand what I mean. And maybe some of you married ladies, too.
I realize I don't know what it's like to be married-- all the hard work, the fights, the struggles, the aggravations. I also realize that these things are a normal part of marriage and a marriage probably isn't healthy if the husband and wife don't deal with issues and occasionally fight.
But. I like to think that by the time I ever get married, I will have waited so long for this man that I won't be able to help looking at him every morning and thinking, I am so glad God brought you to me, and I'm so thankful to have you. I think (or at least I hope) I will be less likely to take him for granted or become aggravated, and will be more likely to remember he is an answer to years of prayers.
So, just a thought. Maybe it's just an idealistic thought like when I assumed that if I respected my students, they'd respect me... could be. Regardless, I hope it's true. Whomever he is and however long I have to wait to find out.
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