So... my 25th birthday was last week, last Tuesday to be more specific and if you read my QUARTER CENTURY post you'd know I'm single...
Like perpetually single.
All my friends (not my close three best friends) are now newly engaged or recently married.
Sad, I know.
Me and my girlfriends are like the women off of Sex and the City except without all the relationship drama because like I've already said three times, we have no relationships to worry about because we're all single.
I was on the phone the other day with my best friend Logan we were talking about how we're too old to keep messing around with the wrong guy or continue on choosing the wrong type.
I have to constantly remind myself that it's not my timing that counts, its the Big Guy above who's time matters, because if we think about it, Father God wants the best for al of his kids.
If we put our fears and our desire in Father Gods hands and we learn to embrace him, dance with him rather, he will and has to let the right man cut in at the right time right?
Right... that's so easy to understand but yet to actually settle with the thought is more difficult.
With everyone around me putting pressure on me to find someone and date someone you kinda have to put faith in God to deliver the right man for me. I'll just have to keep dancing with him until he allows the right man to cut in and finish my dance with.