It is not going to do me any good to conjure up the million standards I ask for in a guy and to imagine what my life with be like with him. I should not spend my time playing out future moments with my future beau. Because that’s the future and no matter how many times and ways I illustrate it in my mind, I can’t control it. I can’t shape it.
I have now and I have God. I do not have a boy. God set it up that way. The more I imagine spending my life with the man of my dreams, the less dynamic it will be once the moments are there. I’ll wear out his loveliness before I even meet him, at the rate I’m going.
I want to be pleasantly surprised at how perfect my guy will be. I won’t be if I’m expecting certain things.
Yes, it’s good to have standards. But it’s not good to dwell on them and constantly, constantly sharpen them. God knows what I need. He knows what I deserve. It’s not in my hands, who this boy is going to be and what he will look like and how he will act. It’s not in my control, despite how much authority I feel in this matter. It’s not in my control, no matter how hard I look for this boy.
It’s in God’s hands. He knows what He’s doing. He will set it up perfectly, and I need only to be patient and live my life focused on one Man only — Jesus Christ.