"Why would someone dread being there?" you might ask. Well, here's the deal: I'm almost twenty-three and completely single. This has never bothered me over-much, but it apparently got to me on Friday. I loved seeing my brother with the woman he's head-over-heels for, but I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. He'd found his one and only...Where was mine?
I will be the first to admit that I had my own little party going on inside my heart- a Pity Party that is. Not a great choice, but I'm not going to lie and say I was totally dandy. Anywho, long story short my wonderful Aunt got wind that I was not doing well emotionally and pried me open (like that's ever hard to do when someone's feeling sorry for themselves). I ended up telling her how I was feeling and why I was feeling that way and all sorts of stuff. Then something happened that has stuck with me. She looked at me, told me she understood completely (she didn't meet her husband until she was almost twenty-four) and then said three little words: Give. God. Time.
My first reaction was not a good one. I nodded my head but all I could think was, "He's had plenty of it." Not a right response at all and I knew it. Today - two days after the Pity Party - I'm able to think about it more clearly and accept it.
I'm terrible at being patient and in my finite brain, the best time for my life to change is right now. But God obviously has a different plan because here I am: Single, car-less, degree-less and working a less-than-fantastic job. To "give God time" means I need to be surrendered to His speed for my life instead of constantly pushing for my own timeline.
I'm aware this Blog post isn't super deep like they usually tend to be, but it is a record of a small thing that was a huge encouragement to me. May it be so to you as well.
