I really hope that either, if God did give me the gift of singleness, that He would greatly intensify it, and if He didn’t give me that gift, that He would be merciful and not leave me in the refining fire for too long.
For you, O God, have tested us; you have tried us as silver is tried.
My family bothers my 24 year old cousin that “she’s gonna miss the bus” and I’m always asked why don’t I have a boyfriend, why aren’t I trying, I should be on the lookout, etc.
I don’t want to care, but I do, and I basically always have cared.
I’ve been looking to the cross a lot lately, because I don’t know where else I can see perfect and unconditional love and grace.
His body hanging on the cross helps me deal with shame, guilt, fear, condemnation, sins that I struggle with.
When I find myself wondering if the God of the universe is good and if He loves me, I picture Jesus on the cross.
The cross is the loudest display of love ever.