“It is not good for man to be alone; I will make a helper fit for him.” - Genesis 2:18

This is one of the first things that God ever meant for us to read, and one that’s gradually became harder and harder for me to believe for two reasons. The first being that I’m fairly independent and I think I do pretty well on my own most of the time, and the second being that if it’s not good for me to be alone…where the heck is the man that I’m supposed to be with?

Thinking about that has driven me to points of frustration, mostly because at the end of the day, I know that this man exists. I know that I will not spend my entire life longing for him and wondering who he is. I know that my God is an amazing one who keeps His promises, and He’s not going to leave me out in the open desperately seeking something that will never find me. However, here’s the consolation with my impatience: I’m not ready. Truly, more than anything sometimes, I feel like I am. I just want to know this man. In my mind, I’m ready to know him, his family, his friends, his fears and ambitions; I’m ready for anything and everything.

…except that I’m not. This is a hard pill to swallow, because I feel like it all lines up. I feel like everything I’m wanting is for the right reasons, and I feel like I’m at the perfect point to meet someone and be in a relationship. Even so, I’m simply not. The reason that I’m 100% certain of this is because I have a God who’s all too gracious as to give me the desires of my heart, but only when we’re on the same page.

When God’s intentions line up with mine, that’s when I’m fully satisfied, and when it comes to His plans for my life, they’re always better.

They’re better than any past relationship, any current hope or desire or any plans that I think I have for myself. I have no idea if I’ve met my future husband yet, not because I have anyone in mind, but because I have no idea what God has in mind. I do know, however, that what He has in mind is purposeful, and it’s worth the wait.

So I decided a little while ago, while being impatient, to pray. I decided that I have a certain kind of love that I don’t want to wait to give.

I pray for this man because I long for his heart to be ready for mine. I pray for him because I want him to understand what I need and desire from him and how those two differ. I pray for him because I want him to lead the life God called him to. I pray for him because I want him to know that someone just can’t wait to love him. I pray for him because he’s going to have to have a little extra patience with me, if we’re all being honest. Above all else, I pray for him because every time I do, I feel like we’re that much closer.

Every time I do, I get more and more excited to know him, and I feel like waiting a little longer will be more than worth it.