People frequently refer to singleness as a gift. That’s a difficult notion to reckon with when you feel like everyone else got the present of a partner but you. Anyway, in light of the fact that seasons change, I’ve begun to see my singleness as something passing, fleeting even, that will not be here someday. Meaning I have got to soak up all the good things that I won’t have in marriage, a move, or a general season shift. When I was freshly graduated from college, I had a su

Let me just say- I do not have it all figured out. I really don’t have much figured out to be honest. And it’s taken me some time to be at peace with that. Of course I’m only in my twenties, but the reality is you will not figure life out. You will not reach a point, wherever you assume that point to be, where you will know with all certainty all the particulars and will no longer have questions. Life is a rolling plain. Parts of which you don’t see until you walk up on them.

You know, sometimes I get really frustrated by being single. I find myself wanting to be somewhere else, further along in various aspects of my life, in a different life season and I get knotted up in frustration and impatience. I try not to use my blog as a vent space hence the long silence. But needless to say I’ve been there- on again off again, parked with the lights on, the whole nine. In the times of peace between outbreaks of war, I am better able to be sober of mind.