Yesterday, I was cruising around a couple dating sites, tweaking my profiles, updating pictures, etc.
I found that eharmony has a blog. I read a couple articles. I found this one interesting.
It struck me a bit as I’ve now had two guys just up and stop talking to me. It can leave one feeling a wee bit insecure.
I’ve been reflecting on this a bit. What I’ve concluded is that it doesn’t matter that these guys have just stopped talking to me. If they aren’t interested in getting to know me, then they’re not worth my time, and they’re not right for me anyway.
I’ve given this to God. I pray about it regularly. I ask God to show me clearly where there are men with potential for me. I also ask God regularly to show both me and whomever I’m currently talking to whether it’s worth continuing to invest time in a relationship or not. Given what I’m asking for, I’ve decided that I will not get myself in a tizzy (lol… I should say that more often) when a guy stops talking to me. It’s a considerable amount of time that we didn’t spend talking only to find out he’s not right for me or I’m not right for him.
I’m learning a lot about myself through this process. I’m learning one huge thing, though: I hate dating. I can’t wait until this stage of my life is over, but I’m willing to stick it out, and I’m holding out for God’s best while I do so. And God’s best so far is elusive. But I can do this…….. I think.
Today, I was criticized by a guy on Plenty of Fish because I have a set of beliefs that excludes him from being a potential match for me.
I feel kind of bad for this guy. He genuinely has no idea what to believe. He’s studied Islam, Judaism, and Christianity, and believes there’s a god but doesn’t know his name yet….
I am SO glad I know the name of my God. I am so glad I know God. It makes me want to know Him more.
That being said, the reason for this post….
I’ve been feeling lately like I’m too picky. Like maybe if I would just lower my standards a little bit, I would find a guy. This guy has reminded me that I don’t want to lower my standards at the expense of ignoring the words of the Bible.
2 Cor. 6:14 says: Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness?
The Bible is very clear about my having a relationship with someone who does not know the Lord. This guy is seeking, but I’m not interested in missionary dating. My husband will have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ, and if I don’t find a man with whom I’m compatible on that level as well as personality and interests, I’d rather be single until the day I die. And I am recommitting myself to that, right now.
So thank you, random stranger, for challenging me to answer for myself why I will not entertain the idea of dating an unbeliever.
You know, some days, I feel like the fish from the tank in the dentist’s office in Finding Nemo, after they’ve been bagged so the tank can be cleaned, and they fall out the window into the ocean. And I’m sure you’re reading this going “alright she lost her mind.” But seriously, those fish in Finding Nemo, they had this incredibly well-orchestrated plan. They thought they had everything figured out. They thought they knew what they were doing….. until they ended up in plastic bags floating on top of the ocean in Sydney Harbour….
What application does this have to my life? Well…. quite simply…. most days I feel like I’ve “got this,” as I’m quite fond of saying lately… thanks to my little brother. Most days I feel like I know what I’m doing, and I have everything under control.
But then there are the days where I feel like, like all the fish from the tank in the dentist’s office in Finding Nemo, I’ve reached a point where the only thing I can say is “Now what?”
I’m at that point.
But unlike those fish, I have a God who loves me, cares about me, and has plans to prosper me and not to harm me (Jer. 29:11). So though I feel a little disheartened on this Friday night, where I watched the episodes of Big Bang Theory and Bones that I missed last night on the internet and ate pizza by myself…. I know that all things work together for my good, and that eventually, some day, this too shall pass.
So for now, though I have nothing better to relay than my life as it relates to a moment in a Disney movie….. I sit and wait patiently for the day when I’ll have some more funny stories to share.
But until then…..
I shall call him Squishy and he shall be mine. He shall be my squishy.
lol I couldn’t help myself.