The other night I had a conversation with a friend in a coffee shop about the future. She was leaving to study abroad the next day and I was returning to school the following Monday to continue my semester. The conversation turned to marriage and our generation after a bit. We are both modest and soft spoken around strangers. We are not the type of girls who flirt easily or always have a guy on their arm, we are more reserved and that can be worrisome at this age. Despite how young we are and how much time we truly have, the weddings have begun for our peers. Our friends are getting into relationships, getting engaged, getting married, having children. It’s easy to feel left behind when you’re still single and don’t even have an idea of where the future will take you in life. I have an idea of what I want for myself, and I have my standards set high, but I do not know by what means I will get to my destination or if my destination is even what God has planned for me.

I saw the other day a post on Facebook stating “If you aren’t married by 23, be prepared to be a step parent.” While I know I would be a wonderful step parent if that is what I am called for, I found it disheartening that my long held vision of meeting one person and staying with that one person who was also waiting to meet one person and spend their entire life with could be a myth in today’s culture. I want to meet someone who was waiting to meet me. I a P.S I Love You kind of love, and I don’t think I have to settle for anything less just to meet this quota of being married as soon as possible to make sure no one else gets to whoever the man is before me. I think that if I can wait patiently to truly click with someone who meets my standards of being a good, Godly, honest man that he can wait to meet me too. I don’t want to start going out and drawing attention to myself, I want to meet someone who enjoys the staying at home and somewhat anonymous life I have for myself. Is that too much to ask for? I don’t think so.