Before we Proceed . . .

Today, I happened across this lovely video and just had to share it with you! (Especially since it went along with my last post! Coincidence? I think not!) This sweet couple and I are from the same town and I am so glad to see that they are sharing their wonderful, God-authored story!
 
May God bless you as He works good things in your life, sweet friends!
Much love,
Frannie 
 
 
 

What’s a Girl to Do?

This bit o’  loveliness is right over here!
 
With
quick fingers and a ready mind, the authoress will now attempt to share her
heart within fifteen minutes . . . seeing that tardiness for biology class is
not an option.

Ah,
me. Ever since I turned the spritely age of twenty-one, my girlish hope of
marriage have blossomed. However, unlike many of the females of my day, my hope
is a little different. I do not hope to date around till I find the one. I do
not hope to experience the wonders of hand-holding or smooching before
marriage. I do not hope to fall madly in love with the one who I find
smolderingly handsome or dashingly debonair. I hope for something else–for
someone else.

I
hope to be led into a relationship when I am ready, when he is ready. I hope to
be guided by those wiser and older than me. I hope to keep my body and every
wonderful, fascinating experience for him alone. I hope to fall fully in love
with someone whose character is smoldering and who is daringly living for God. Sure,
I do have physical likes (as in I do
like brown eyes and I do love a good
sense of humor) but I’ve found my sitting and dreaming over Mr. Right gets me
nowhere except to a restless spirit and bugging out eyes. (Which we all know are NOT attractive.)

So, what can I do in the mean time? What should we do in the mean time? Continue
checking out every cute guy for a wedding band? (Admit it, you do it too!)
Continue spending hours dreaming about the day? (Guilty as charged.) While these
things aren’t wrong, I wonder if they are the best? What in the world is a
girl to do?

. . . .

We interrupt this program seeing that the
authoress’ fifteen minutes have come to an end. Tune in next time for the
conclusion of this fascinating article. (Don’t
you love promoting?) J

Defeating the Marianne Syndrome

Love.

That one little word which holds so much meaning to a single girl. Will I ever meet him? Will I ever be  a wife? Will I ever be loved? Or, perhaps I’m the only girl who thinks such brash, lovey-dovey thoughts . . . (gulp).

Since I think I qualify for female normalcy, (hmm?) allow me to be transparently honest. Love hurts; or rather, waiting for love hurts. It’s the vast unknown, the what’s-behind-the-corner outlook which causes aches. Aches which lead to daydreams, expectations, and silly gossip. And when these are unfounded, when there is no love to give place to dreams, pain comes like an active pulse. The terrible Marianne and Elinor syndrome of bursting spontaniously into tears, falling carelessly ill, and going about one’s business in a state of pensiveness.

And I know what that pain feels like–I’ve been female long enough to know that we were created to give love and to receive it. It’s natural.

But I’m learning to depend on something unnatural: The tender, all-knowing love of Jesus. You see, He knows me. He knows my thoughts without my sharing them and He knows my dreams. He knows how badly my heart aches sometimes and instead of chiding or mocking he gently brings His word to mind He speaks.

“Trust in the LORD
with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.In all thy ways
acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. “

“O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
Thou knowest my
downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
Thou compassest my
path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
For there is
not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether”

How precious also
are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
If I should
count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with
thee.”

I look to the amazing love of Jesus and I know that I am safe–safe to cry my tears of fear or self-pity and safe to place myself in His hands. Odd enough, when I do so, I start to see my life falling into place and full of purpose . . . even without someone special. I begin to see that He has a marvelous plan (whether that includes my current dreams or not, He is good!).

I rest in His unfailing love and know that whatever I plan is second best when compared to His plan. I know that He gives me enough grace to boldly set aside mine for His. Therefore, I sing.

Why Love?

Why love?
Is it because he is
perfection in human form?
Because she is always
courteous and thoughtful
or that he always chooses the
right thing?
No, perfection often falters
into failings, thoughtfulness into forgetfulness, and right choices into rebellion.
 So why?
Because He loved before we
were formed in the womb; loving while we were in sin. He first loved me when
love was the last thing I deserved.
 It is His love which makes ours possible.

Quest for love

Quest for Love
Elizabeth Elliot
“‘I see that my deepest desire right now is not for Jesus and His Word, and it’s not for mission work.  It’s for R. This is not right. It’s wrong. Why should I want anything more than to do God’s will and serve Him, whether married or single? That’s where I will be most fulfilled and at peace—in His will. I should want to know God most—in His power and in His suffering. My heart should be where His heart is. A marriage that isn’t built with God’s desires at the center would end up to be ruin for me anyway. . . .’”
Simple yet profound truth.