For the SUGAR-FREE challenge.
Rejuvinate kit - Eve Recinella (Sweet Shoppe Designs)
Polaroid - Nancy Comelab (My Digital Muse)
Alphas - Heather Ann Melzer (HAD)
Thought bubble, kiss - KristyAnn Nerness, Holly McCaig (My Digital Muse)
Journaling reads: (sorry about the spacing)
I don't think a person could be any more unattached than I am. I've never had a date, I've
never been asked out, I've never even gone to the PROM. I try not to stress over this fact
too much, as I don't really want to have a line of frogs that I've kissed in my past. But
there's something about the knowledge that I'm so romantically pure that kind of drives me
nuts. And yeah, I am pure, in a lot more ways than just the physical sense. I hold that
very close to my heart, and I know that on my wedding night my husband will appreciate
the pledge I've made to God and to him. *I* know that if the man I marry told me he had
been saving himself for me--well, yeah. That's more than a girl could ever ask for. Yet here
I am, at 23 years old, and there hasn't been so much as a blip on my dating radar. I
managed to survive college (at a Christian college, mind you, were every-
one got engaged by December of their freshman year) and here
I am. I realize that 23 is still young. Really. I do. But I feel so
abnormal because I have not been asked out ONCE. Can this
truly be normal? I know I'm not alone, ecause I have some
close friends that are kind of in the same situation. But at
least they get asked out on big group dates. I've got NOTHING. What is
God's plan for my life? I guess that all I have right now is a common
reassurance that yes, it will happen for me. My "knight"
will come riding up on his white horse, begging for my
heart and to be the love of his life. Still, I can't help but
ask myself this question when I hear about (yet another)
friend getting engaged. Or getting an invitation to a
wedding. The best part of all of this is when my family
asks me "how's it going?" and then I somehow feel guilty
for not getting married at 16 like they did. I just need
to put it all aside. I need to let God handle it. But still.
What's wrong with me? I'm fun. I'm nice. I'm a woman
of God.
Here I am, justifying my singledom. People tell me to
enjoy it while I can. I wish people understood that a
person can enjoy singleness to a certain point.
