Well on my way to becoming a spinster, I'm warming to the idea. I wonder sometimes if my mother would approve.... Talking it out with a friend I realized it's really too much trouble anyway: revealed bad habits, shared secrets, bared souls. As soon as too much is said, the romance wears right out. Like a great pair of shoes that give you blisters. You can only look at them with appreciation for so long. I've seen the light fade in the eyes of a few before they closed altogether.
While the sentiment comes and goes, it has grown on me. The idea of growing old doesn't scare me - even alone. God said that for me to be alone is "not good" but there is precious little example of what "good" is. I don't mean to sound cynical, not at all! I hope I'm not coming across as bitter, I'm not. All these feelings have driven me into the arms of someone darn steady, one of those Forever-types. He's quite the sweet talker. And the more we spend time together the less I ask him about someone else. No analogy can describe him. When I think of him all I see is the sun, all I feel is the anticipation of his love. And nothing like uncomfortable shoes, he's like a vintage wine - he only gets better with time.
My dear friends who want to give me sincere and wise advice about how wrong I am can keep it to themselves. It's not that I'm afraid of a relationship (which I should be, do you know the divorce rate?), and it's not that I don't trust God to maybe give me someone someday. Although the idea of it bores me. Lord, if you're even taking me seriously right now, I won't turn down your offered gift. Just beware I'll need him to kick me in the face to get my attention. And he'll have to break down the barrier that is You to get to my heart. That being said, I'm done. Done. In every sense of the word.
