Last week I was working on a project for theology class. We had a list of articles and sermons that we read and watched, and then answered their corresponding questions.

The one sermon that impacted me the most was Timothy Keller’s sermon called “Sexuality and Christian Hope.”

One of the topics he spoke on was about searching for our soulmate. Society and culture put a huge emphasis on finding that one person that will fulfill all your heart's desires. Therefore, we begin to believe the lie that we can only be truly happy when we have that one special person.

In response to that, Keller tells the story of the Samaritan woman. I never fully understood why Jesus asked the woman about her husband, until now. Keller explains that Jesus had a purpose in talking about her love life. Instead of searching for love from all those men, she could be eternally satisfied in Jesus. He was desperately calling her to find her hope and joy in Him alone.

This sermon was like a Holy Spirit 2x4; I got smacked on the head.

Here's the deal. My grandma won't stop asking me if I have a boyfriend. Half of the Corban population is dating, and Ring by Spring appears to be real. Every time I look at any social media, I see someone else getting in a relationship, getting engaged, or tying the knot.

All the time friends, family, and strangers tell me, “Oh you have plenty of time to get married.” I’ll be honest. It gets old really quick.

I watch tons of romantic comedies that make me upset about my non-existent love life. I begin to think that I have better ideas about my future than God does.

I choose to believe the lies that I’m not good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough, and ultimately, not worthy of love.

When I listen to the lies the world feeds me, I tune out what God says about me.

And that’s not good.

I fall into this trap of “I have to find that special someone like yesterday, so I can truly be happy,” when Jesus is like, “Hello? Find your hope in me. You’ll never be satisfied anywhere else.”

Here’s what I know is true. God knows my heart. He knows what I truly desire. He knows what’s best for me. As I continue to seek Him, the lies of the world fade away. I begin to realize how He sees me; I find my identity in Him alone. In His presence, I am satisfied and have hope and joy.

When He knows I'm ready, then "Mr. Wonderful" (according to my dad) will walk into my life.

Even though it’d be nice to have a shiny diamond ring on my finger, I have to remember that God’s not finished with me yet.

He’s preparing me for the future.