When I was in my mid-twenties, I was super insecure about being unmarried. I often masked it behind pretending to be super confident about being a single woman, and though that confidence was authentic sometimes , privately, I wanted to settle down. I was one of those young women raised in church my entire life, did everything I was supposed to, checked all the boxes women raised in church are supposed to check and was never wild or reckless when it came to guys. Plus, I’d been faithful in my walk with God, so surely a husband would be on the way, right? Then I turned 26…27…28…29…and then I was 30. Now, I’m 31. And although I’m not married, I’m loving where I’m at in life right now. But before this time, I was struggling. Especially when I saw how God blessed other women with husbands. More specifically, women, I didn’t like. Women who were scandalous. Women who were boastful about their relationships. And arrogant, obnoxious, and sometimes rude and mean towar...
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