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It’s strange. You would think I’d be chomping at the bit.
But I’m not.
I’m happy being single and really am not looking for anything after my challenge is complete.
I hope people do not judge the fruit of the challenge by what happens after the challenge. I don’t want women to look as if the year was a failure if I remain dateless and, in turn, ringless.
Where I was compared to where I am now is a completely different and worthy treasure received from this time of fasting. If I do not start dating right away, that in itself is more a testament to what this challenge has brought me.
To a place where I will never settle. That’s the testament to God. That He is enough, and my soul not only says it is well, but sings that it is more than enough.
The results are not whether or not it results in the having a husband. The results are how I carry myself in the meantime, knowing Christ is my end, not just my beginning. And that a husband is not my all, as it once stood, not a definition of happiness.
The Lord gives gifts every day, and a husband would be no more than a gift from Him, offering just as much joy as any other walk of life.
Single and joyful.
Married and joyful.
Two possible routes. One common denominator. One underlying Factor. And that Factor, as great and as gracious as He is, has shown me that if it is the latter, that equation’s results will be set upon a foundation built with someone worth having waited for rather than settling for someone because I couldn’t wait.
And that is an argument in semantics worth having, because it makes all the difference in the world.
