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	<title>Ignorant Historian &#187; Diary of a Single Woman</title>
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		<title>Diary of a Single Woman, Volume 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[My journal entry, dated October 30, 2009 Last night in the midst of one of my typical adventure dreams (in this one I was a part of a group being held hostage) there was a tender moment (can a fake &#8230; <a href="http://ignoranthistorian.com/2009/11/diary-of-a-single-woman-volume-1/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>My journal entry, dated October 30, 2009</em></p>
<p><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2617" title="diary" src="http://ignoranthistorian.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/diary-300x225.jpg" alt="diary" width="300" height="225" />Last night in the midst of one of my typical adventure dreams (in this one I was a part of a group being held hostage) there was a tender moment (can a fake moment be tender?) that sticks with me.</p>
<p>In the midst of the hostage situation, I had my head on a man&#8217;s shoulder as we played with each other&#8217;s hands.  It was something so small, but that&#8217;s the desire of my heart&#8230;to simply be with someone, even if it&#8217;s in the midst of a crazy situation (though preferably not that crazy situation).</p>
<p>I long for that day when there&#8217;ll be someone there, all the while knowing that day may never come.  Yet I hope in God, trusting His judgment on the matter to be better than my own, asking Him to remove selfish ambitions from my heart.  Not that it&#8217;s not right and good for me to desire a husband&#8211;it is&#8211;but it&#8217;s not right for me to desire it more than I desire God Himself, more than I desire to follow Him.</p>
<p>So as I continue in this adventurous time in my life, I lean on Him, trusting Him to be enough.</p>
<p>&#8220;For the LORD God is a sun and shield;<br />
The LORD gives grace and glory;<br />
No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly.<br />
O LORD of hosts,<br />
How blessed is the man who trusts in You.&#8221;</p>
<p>- Psalm 84:11-12</p>
<p><em>Photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/photosan0/">photosan0</a></em></p>
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