When it comes to the current state of relationship statuses, we live in a Facebook-fueled era of idolatry. What used to be just single or married has now become: single, in a relationship, engaged, married and everyone’s favorite, it’s complicated. Our relationship statuses, or lack thereof, follow us around like a shadow, eclipsing how we perceive ourselves and how others categorize us. Not only is this prevalent in the world, but it is even present in the church. Continue reading “Your Identity is in Christ, Not a Relationship Title.”
It’s like getting high. To be fair, I’ve never done any hard drugs to know the feeling first hand but I imagine getting high feels like those first few blissful months of a new dating relationship. The nightly conversations that go well into dawn, they’re the first person you think about when you wake up and even their annoying quirks are strangely endearing. The glorification and pursuit of this natural high makes millions of dollars at the box office, earns billions via dating apps and even has it’s own holiday. But before the beautiful, four-letter L word starts forming in your mind, ask yourself – is this love or just infatuation? In most cases, it’s the latter. Continue reading “3 Signs You’re in Infatuation, Not Love”
We’ve all been there.
You meet a seemingly appropriate man or woman somewhere “meaningful” like at Whole Foods or Bible study. Your “meet-cute” could rival those of mid-1990s romantic comedies.
In the span of a whirlwind romance, you’ve planned your whole life together, only to have your fantasies start ripping at the seam when you realize well, you’re both imperfect human beings and maybe this time, you’re not supposed to work the rest of your lives out alongside one another. Perhaps they were the first to realize it.
“Well, kind of like the story of Isaac and Rebecca, when I first meet my future wife, I’ll just know.”
As I read these words on my message inbox, I gulped. The guy at the other end of this exchange was a handsome pastor in training with theological insight to rival Billy Graham’s. A 2016 Boaz if you will. And this is what he wrote me a few weeks before we were supposed to meet for the first time.
The weight of his sentence made my stomach clench into a knot because, buddy, I’m no Rebecca.