From my view, my parents have had the most perfect marriage. They have been called “Barbie and Ken.” Not only are they beautiful together, it is so obvious how in love they truly are. After almost 30 years of marriage, my dad still holds my moms hand in the car. They still go on dates every week. They are crazy about each other. To be honest, it’s something I take a lot of pride in, being their daughter.
Ever since I was five years old, I’ve dreamed about getting married. When my sister got married at nineteen, I knew that that’s what I wanted to do. I want to get married young, have kids and have the most beautiful family imaginable. As I get older, the craving of wanting to be loved by a man grows more and more. It eats me away, knowing that I still don’t even have a boyfriend and that things aren’t looking like I’ll be falling in love anytime soon. It sounds very exaggerated, but it mentally tears me apart.
I met with my bestest friend in whole wide world, Jess. She reminded me of the truth. Which got me thinking, maybe I’m single because God is waiting for me to fall in love with him first, so that my future partner and I can ultimately have a relationship that glorifies Him. It is so hard for me to stay content in my singleness, when all my life i’ve dreamed of looking like a princess, with a huge wedding, marrying the man of my dreams. Yet, a man will never fill the hole inside of me. I don’t have a husband sized hole in my heart, I have a God sized hole. He will complete me more than any man can.