"And they talked for a time of their plans and wishes...
gravely, earnestly, hopefully as youth love to talk,
while the future is yet an untrodden path
full of wonderful possibilities."
- Anne of Avonlea
gravely, earnestly, hopefully as youth love to talk,
while the future is yet an untrodden path
full of wonderful possibilities."
- Anne of Avonlea
This week has been chock-full of talk about relationships. Seriously. From ideal physical features of a significant other to how DTRs should be conducted, from sharing our dating age ranges to how exactly we'd like to be swept off our feet. Most of these discussions have been 2 parts silly, 1 part uncomfortable, and 5 parts hopeful. (Something like that anyway).
But what I've really come away with is a lesson my parents have been trying to teach me for as long as I can remember. "J, you need to learn to have open hands." What they meant was not to hold onto anything in life too tightly. Don't clench those hopes, ideals, or dreams so tightly in your fist. What they meant was that I needed to hold everything, hold life with an open hand. Because when you hold something with an open hand, you're really not holding anything at all. It's acknowledging that God already has everything in His hands. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
And so I'm rethinking all this talk about dating and relationships... and I'm thinking about how I'm acutely single-- not to be confused with "cutely single"-- and I'm thinking... this is quite alright. So that old five-year-plan that flew out the window so long ago isn't being adjusted to become a hopeful three-or-four-year-plan. Here's the new plan: yield. I trust that God is good and that He wants His best for me, whatever that looks like. And that any guy worth having will want a woman who yields her life to Christ anyway. Open hands.
But what I've really come away with is a lesson my parents have been trying to teach me for as long as I can remember. "J, you need to learn to have open hands." What they meant was not to hold onto anything in life too tightly. Don't clench those hopes, ideals, or dreams so tightly in your fist. What they meant was that I needed to hold everything, hold life with an open hand. Because when you hold something with an open hand, you're really not holding anything at all. It's acknowledging that God already has everything in His hands. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.
And so I'm rethinking all this talk about dating and relationships... and I'm thinking about how I'm acutely single-- not to be confused with "cutely single"-- and I'm thinking... this is quite alright. So that old five-year-plan that flew out the window so long ago isn't being adjusted to become a hopeful three-or-four-year-plan. Here's the new plan: yield. I trust that God is good and that He wants His best for me, whatever that looks like. And that any guy worth having will want a woman who yields her life to Christ anyway. Open hands.
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