When I was young–I’m talking ten, maybe younger–I was talking to God about what we would do with my life. We decided that I would graduate from high school, go to college, get a job, live alone for a year–just so I could prove that I could make it on my own–then get married. The main focus that we discussed was that I would prove to myself that I could support myself. I didn’t like that I saw all these girls around me get all wrapped up in guys and make those guys the foundation for their lives–consequently, the essence of their entire being. It simply drove me nuts. I long for independence, sometimes to the point where it’s really not good for me. Sad. Yeah. I want to be self-sufficient.
Now, lately, ya’ know, since I bought my house, I’ve been saying to God, “Hey, it’d be really great if I had a husband to split the mortgage with.”
Contradiction?
Most definitely.
Duh.
I am living my dream. I’m keeping myself afloat without depending completely on a man. God has even provided me the opportunity to learn more about finances so I can better manage my finances.
This does not mean that I am not completely reliant on God’s love, grace, peace. He is my Joyspring, afterall!
He is my everything.
It’s really nice When God reminds you of His plan.