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Single. Yes, that's me.

No, I'm not against dating. I'm just not too excited for it. For a little while I thought that there was something wrong with me, but then I realized...God has given me different passions for now.

As if right now, I socialize with guys, I have daily conversations with some of the best men you'll ever meet, men that love Jesus and treat me with out most respect-can I see myself with any of them right now? no. I enjoy just talking and hanging out, I'm honestly completely content with having no one right now. Why?





Because lately God has become so real to me, therefore the passions He's given me seem more and more realistic. God is connecting me with people who have the same desires as me-love people, children and the world. That's what I get excited about; making a difference, loving Jesus.



I'm 20 years old, only 20, why do I rush? I mean yes, it would be nice to have someone to hold my hand, and for someone to claim me as theirs, but then I think "mmmm not so much."...at least for right now. No matter how hard I try to think about dating, or weddings, or the future-I don't picture the typical family-mom, dad and 4 kids. I picture a huge messy house with boys and girls doing homework, I picture older women teaching the younger women how to cook or knit or make jewelry. I picture a baby room with mom's who are learning how to take care of their babies. I picture bible studies with young women-loving on Jesus. Am I crazy? Maybe. But I love it.

"Maybe no sign is a sign"-my mom said. That is so true. While meeting guys and talking to some, I pray for the friendship to be as glorifying to God as possible, I also can't help but wonder "Is this someone for me?" and I proceed to pray for a sign. Well, maybe the fact that there is no sign is a sign within itself. God is not giving me that desire right now. Just because it is what everyone else is doing; dating, marriage, babies-maybe that's just not for me right now.

Beautiful Ugandan Faces.





I feel like there is just so much I got to do on my own first.

So right now, I'm enjoying this. I'm enjoying this time that I have with me and Jesus. I'm looking forward to seeing the paths God will take me on. 

 Beautiful Haitian Faces.















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