“In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.” Psalms 18:6 (KJV)
“God, help me!”
It was a simple prayer uttered plenty of times in the past, but this time was different.
Just minutes before, I was driving around town doing errands. The radio was tuned to the Gospel station. Instead of playing the latest hit records there was a special segment on relationships.
The host and his guests were sharing their journey to abstinence and how they now live completely satisfied in Christ.
This was not the average sex is bad and you ought to save yourself for marriage churchy type of conversation. Instead it was more like I love God but I also loved sex and needed Him to deliver me type of discussion.
Captivated by the dialogue, I couldn’t get out of the car, even after reaching my destination. Each person spoke with such transparency and conviction. It made me question if I too could finally conquer this area of my life.
You see, for most of my teenage and adult life, sex was my go-to drug of choice; it was what I used to escape reality to find comfort and companionship.
It didn’t matter that the effects would fade almost instantaneously. The temporary satisfaction was one I couldn’t seem to resist. And being saved did not automatically take those feelings away.
“Then she became pregnant a third time and gave birth to another son. He was named Levi, for she said, “Surely this time my husband will feel affection for me, since I have given him three sons!” Genesis 29:34
It took a long time to believe the Bible could help navigate all the roadblocks of my life.
It’s not like I didn’t believe in God. I just never imagined a story from thousands of years ago could speak to my deepest hurt and unmask my hidden scars.
That was before I stumbled across the story of Leah and Jacob.
Tucked in between the pages of Genesis, their relationship could have easily been the main feature on any of today’s reality television shows.
It’s a story woven in rejection and entangled with love and betrayal. And it’s one that unexpectedly tugged on the strings of my single mom heart.
Valentine’s Day is one of the few holidays that people either really love or really hate.
There are those who rightfully preach the message of showing love every day of the year. Then there are the people like me who see nothing wrong with having an extra day to be pampered and loved on even more.
If you can identify with that second category of people AND you’re single then chances are you’ve probably wished you could skip the month of February altogether.
With Valentine’s Day quickly approaching (3 days for those who are counting) I’ve decided to share my 5 simple tips to help you survive this Valentine’s Day!
Let me preface this by saying I am not a love guru or love expert. I am however an ex-serial dater, and have experienced more than my share of failed relationships.
The men I dated were all different – different cultures, social status, churched, unchurched – you name it, I’ve probably dated him.
In retrospect, much of my heartache and disappointments could have been avoided had I not entertained some of the men that came my way.
So in no particular order, here’s part one of my list of 7 types of guys you should never date or marry.
Disclaimer: Out of respect for the individual, the name of my “reserve guy” has been changed for this article. All other details are true.
I have a type. My best friends know my type and for the most part I usually date guys that fit the mold of what I like…
Sean and I met when I was in high school. He’s one of the good guys – comes from a nice family, wasn’t into dating multiple girls at the same time – he was just nice. I always knew Sean had a thing for me but so did his friend.
Since the friend was more my type, he and I dated on and off for a few months.
Sean and I remained friendly even after his friend and I broke up. I eventually went off to college and started dating someone else. I never hid any of my dating life from Sean, neither would he hide his feelings towards me. Continue reading