A couple of my almost-thirty-and-still-single thoughts.
Live, just live. Dreams come and dreams go. Desires rage, disappointment comes. Choose to live.
Serving people is valuable, but not at the expense of your identity. Loving Jesus is always valuable, He is your identity.
You'll make mistakes. Big ones. You'll cry yourself to sleep. Often. Let the tears fall.
At the end of the day, married or single, not a whole lot changes with my purpose.
Love God. Love people. In that order.
Simple. Beautiful.
(I meant to post this on the day before I turned 30. But it didn't happen, so here it is now)
