I am currently in a waiting season: waiting to get my master's, waiting for a boyfriend, waiting for a full time job, waiting to make enough money to move out, waiting for the current season of Jane the Virgin to come to Netflix or Hulu, just waiting. Some people consider waiting to be a time of happiness, a gift. I consider waiting to be a struggle.
From a young age, I’ve been fascinated by a single ‘movie magic’ concept – The Look. For those of you not familiar, this is the single moment in any cliché movie where Prince Charming looks upon his true love in a whole new light. From that point on the plot can be predicted fairly easily.
Haven’t we heard that a too-short skirt is a “stumbling block” to our Christian brothers? Going to a secular school, having unsaved friends, hearing swears and pop music? All stumbling blocks. These Christians warn us that the world in which we live is full of stumbling blocks in our walk with Christ, and they’re right.
We know that words are powerful. In our own lives we have experienced words spoken to us that bring life and those that leave us empty and defeated. God thinks words carry a lot of weight, too.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past when I allowed the enemy to use the strengths of the people I love to convince me that my own gifts were worthless. A time when instead of appreciating their gifts and how they benefited not only me but God’s Kingdom, I let jealousy creep in and take away my joy.
Life is full of people. We learn to love, to hate, and to prosper with people. We start to spend more time with the people that we have mutual interests with. We then develop what are called relationships. But what really is a relationship, and why do we have them?
“Oh man!” was the first thought to come into my mind when I saw Caiden. A feeling of dread and a desire to run away came over me as I noticed his entrance into the room; I felt so awkward around him… What was I supposed to say if he came up to me? He was the popular college guy; I was the not-so-known, high school sophomore. I honestly liked him as a person, but I didn’t want to give him the indication that I felt anything beyond that. So I looked down at the floor as I walked past him, as he looked up with a friendly smile.
“That is so strange!” I said to myself as I set Sara Barratt’s letter down. “She’s praying for her future husband?! How can you pray for someone you don’t even know?” I thought the idea was crazy; I had never even heard of it before, but my interest was sparked.
Was it possible that my prayers could impact the life of a man I don’t even know?
“Lord, are there any good guys left? How am I going to meet my future husband and when? Am I ever going to get married? Lord, I really, REALLY want to get married!”
Sound familiar? Have you ever felt so alone, and longed so deeply for God to bring that special man into your life? Do you at times doubt He will answer?
“There he is.” I thought to myself as I entered the dimly lit room. It was that guy I had been interested in a year ago; so much has changed since the last time I had seen him. He had become even more mature, I had hit that “magical” 16th birthday, he had gotten taller. Later that day, I got to have a quick conversation with him.