Being Frank on Being Single

There is a line by Don Miller that categorizes men as those who search for someone to complete their life and those who search for someone to join their already complete life. I'll just add that this same division splits the women. Since I'm being frank, I have to say that I'm not sure what category I would slide into. Most of the time I think I fall into the latter category. Years ago, I realized that no guy could ever satisfy me in the same way as my Jesus. After several painful experiences with guys, the love of Christ came and soothed my bleeding heart. It continues to assauge my inner aches and pains. No doubt about it, I'm good to go with just me and my Lord. On the other hand....

My journal records a day, not too long ago, when I was envious of two pigeons. Everyday there are two pigeons who roost on the roofline of our neighbor's house. It's like "their" spot. There they sit snuggling and preening themselves. A pair of blah birds concocting their own rooftop romance. Sometimes they perch on opposite ends and so it's not like they always have to be together. Other times, one will fly off without the other, but it never tarries to return. Somehow, they are always drawn back to each other. How can this cooing couple be so committed and dedicated to one another? Because they don't think.

They don't set themselves on a branch somewhere and debate whether the pigeon with the cute white feathers or the one with incredible green eyes is the right one for them. They don't care if he cracks his seeds with his beak or his claw or if the scraps get stuck in his beard. Their relationship isn't complicated with emotions and fears. They don't lie awake at night (or whatever birds do when they sleep) and worry about missing God's will for their lives. To exist is His will for them and by they their existence they obey their Creator. Yet, not one of them can fall to the ground with out the Father knowing. He feeds them and follows them as they flirt and fly. So, how much more valuable am I?

There's no way I'd want to be a pigeon, although it would be fun to frequent parks and poo on people's heads, and besides, how do I really know that it's the same pigeons together all the time? No, it's definitely better to be single and human.

So, yes, I am the oldest and I am still single. Am I o.k. with that? Most of the time. Do I want to get married someday? Of course...I think. Until then, Psalm 102:7.