Well, the girl that was having a birthday this past weekend that was so cleverly disguised, was ME!! Yes, the passing of another year has come and gone, and I am a year older. The year of twenty-one has forever been snuffed out, and I’m am staring down the road of twenty-two. So far the road has been pretty normal. I’m still the same, nothing drastic has changed, except for the fact that I have found my first gray hair! This alarmed me greatly, I have never colored my hair, it’s completely natural, and I hope to keep it that way until the gray takes over, then I shall make a little appointment with my hairdresser, and say “DYE IT UNTIL IT IS BLACK!!” And all will be well in the world again.
I’m digressing…where was I? Oh, yes.
Nothing drastic has happened, I haven’t discovered any new wrinkles, I am still pretty energetic, and I can still dance a mean Cha-Cha Slide. (Did I just write that? Send help, immediately!) But one thing has changed. There is something different about me this year (besides being another year older).
On Saturday, Daphne, my sister- in-law love (Let’s say it together, aawwww) gave me a birthday poem she had written. In it she wrote something to the effect of “Although you may not be content where you are right now, trust God to work it out.” (Daphne, forgive me for butchering the poem, just don’t have it in front of me right now.) This one little phrase stuck out to me, and I pondered it.
You see, last year when I turned twenty-one, I was convinced that I would NOT be single by the time I turned twenty-two. No, I was going to have the perfect little life, where everything was great, with the perfect little boyfriend that was going to be there with me for my perfect little 22nd birthday. I like the word perfect, can you tell?
But the year of twenty-one came, and no glimmers of boys on the “boyfriend horizon”. Then came the day of the big twenty two, and no perfect little boyfriend to match my perfect little birthday. The day of my birth came and went, and still no boyfriend in sight, and I sit here now just three days after my birthday with no boy in this little life of mine. Of course, that can always change, check back tomorrow 
hey, it could happen! (Quit laughing, family!)
When my birthday came to an end on Sunday evening, I realized something. I wasn’t upset. I wasn’t shaking my fist at God saying “why is there no boy in my life?” No, instead for the first time that I can recall, I was, dare I say it, content. I was ok with my single status. Ok, with where God had me for the moment.
You see, I’ve always, always been afraid that God would somehow forget about me and forget to bring me a husband. So I’ve tried to make that not happen. I’ve forced things that shouldn’t be forced, and prayed for God to do things that I know weren’t the right thing for me. But over the past year, I have learned that I’m not single just because God is being mean, or playing some sort of hide and seek game with me. For longest time I have believed the lie that there was something wrong with me, and that is why I’m still single. It was the way I looked, it was because I decided to go about college differently, it was some physical flaw, something with my personality etc…but I finally realized that the reason I’m still single is because I am exactly where the Lord wants me to be. Right now, at the age of twenty-two, I am supposed to be single. Will that change in the future? I feel certain that it will (I really hope so!), but for now, I’m happy where I’m at. Do I still desire marriage and a family of my own? YES! But, I’m happy to wait on God’s perfect timing. For then, and only then, will it be perfect (timing wise, I know I won’t marry a perfect person.).
So, for the first time in my “adult life” I am happy where I am, who I am, and where I’m going! And the future is nothing but bright!
