There is not much more to me than being just another single, almost 30-year-old woman with no love interest in sight, obsessed with children and putting their faith in God that their singleness won’t give way to lifelong… aloneness?
I’m told by the many people who love me that there is more to me outside of being a single, almost 30, obsessed with children and no love interest in sight. I’m sure that’s true and all, but it’s really difficult to muster up the faith that my singleness won’t give way to lifelong … aloneness.
In the same breath, if you are anything like me you struggle with what your mind tells you (that THAT is really all that you are) and what your family, friends and God tell you- that THAT is the least of who you are.
I constantly struggle with what my mind tells me versus what my family, friends, and most importantly, what God tells me, that those things; being alone, childless and single are the least of who I am. Though it always helps to hear from those voices of truth, at the end of the day, I share my bed with my never silent brain and my ever intrusive thoughts. So the battle isn’t so much who speaks loudest or more consistently, which voice gets my attention at a more vulnerable time.