Love is Patient

Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.  And I hate it. I hate everything about it. I hate the process of waiting. I hate how you feel when you wait. I hate how sometimes your leg cramps up because you've been sitting too long waiting. I even hate the word "wait". It shares the same sound as the word "weight". And no woman likes that word.

So I wait.

And I watch.

And I wait.

And sometimes I feel like God's not doing anything in my life.

At. all.

But still I wait.

Patiently?

I would like to think so, 

But no.

Not usually.

It has been especially hard waiting this last year.

I have been waiting for God to bring that perfect man into my life.

And when I mean perfect, 

I speak metaphorically, of course,

because we know no man is perfect.

But that's beside the point.

I'm in college.

I'm a 19 year old Christian female.

I am surrounded by all kinds of great Christian guys.

I often times buy into the Southern way of thinking:

Go to college. Find a husband. Get married. Graduate.

Or in something like that order. It can vary.

But of all those things. 

I've only done one.

And I think we all know what that is....

It just makes sense.

College=Find Christian Husband

Graduation=Marriage

Life=Happily Ever After

The perfect equation.

Or is it?

I just have this deep desire to get married.

To spend the rest of my life with someone.

To have a family and to love them.

But that's not it.

I want to love my husband with an agape kind of love.

To model my relationship with him after Christ and the love He has for the church.

To be an example for my kids of just how much Jesus loves them by loving my husband unconditionally, the way that Christ has loved us.

To show them that although our love is fallable and weak at times,

Christ's love is infallable and never weak.

It is a stronghold and a shelter.

A mighty fortress is our God.

To be a submissive wife and a loving mother.

To be an obedient servant and a respectful partner.

To love my family unconditionally and to put them before myself.

To be worthy of the calling placed on my life.

That is the kind of woman I want to be.

Godly.

Loving.

Obedient.

PATIENT.

Love is patient.

So why can't I be?

Forever His,

Rachel