I haven’t written about singleness in a while. (The last time I did, I started with this same sentence, so it’d also be accurate to say I haven’t written about singleness frequently, either.) While I don’t think my relationship status defines me, it is a part of who I am.
I’m still at peace with being single with no prospect of change in sight. As I near my 30th birthday, I know that this will continue to be something that I’ll think about often. Perhaps I’ll struggle with contentment again. I just don’t know.
While I can honestly say that I am happy with my life, if there was one thing about marriage that I particularly desire, it’s the idea of being chosen. The idea that there’s one person who picked me over all others. It’d probably indicate he’s crazy, but so am I.
But if I think about it, I have something much better. God chose me while I was still a sinner. It’s not based on anything I have/will/can do for him.
And that’s better than being chosen by a mere man.