I'm tired of going on dates. The good ones are exhausting and the bad ones are exhausting, and if I have to deal with one more stage five clinger I am actually going to consider hibernation...
I need a nap.
When our hearts are sick of something, they tend to puke all over it. Complaints, complaints, complaints. So many complaints that our lives become humid. We live in the stick of things until we actually believe that we are stuck.
But we are not stuck. We are never stuck. We have every capability of changing the cycle and getting ourselves unstuck, we just have to decide to do so.
On August first I made the decision to get unstuck. I am done letting my heart puke on my dating life. If I am going to complain about how much I really don't loooove dating right now, then I'm not going to date right now. I am going to put my dating life down for a nap. I am going to give my heart a few seconds to stop feeling so nauseous.
This isn't forever. I've set a clear end date and marked it on my calendar, but until then, I am drawing a line in the sand: NO DATES.
This timeout is for taking notice of the empty spaces and filling them with the Best Love. It's for setting new standards and finding worth in who He is and the wholeness of everything He has promised.
I told God that I was ready for whatever's next, and this isn't exactly what I meant, but I know that it's what I'm being called to do right now. My palms are facing up. I am relearning Him and He is reshaping me.
I'm not afraid to let go. What's meant for me will always be mine.