One time, I was afraid to fall in love. It’s true.
I’m not sure if I’m ashamed to admit this or not. I’ll get back to you on that.
But I was afraid. I had gone on a few dates with Seth, but I was afraid of what it would mean to actually let myself fall in love.
I have more theories about why I was afraid to fall in love.
I think I had been looking and waiting for the man of my prayers to come along for such a long time that I was worried about the end of that search. Since I’ve been praying for this for an eon, what will happen if I find the right one? What if I’m wrong. I don’t want to be wrong. This is an example of some of my self-talk during that time. I even journaled about it.
Also, I’m certain I was afraid I’d have to move to Columbus, which is exactly what happened. Left to my own devices, this is not the decision I would have made, but God worked everything out before, during, and since the move.
But, seriously. I was afeared. Afraid. Petrified. Worried.
I lost sleep over this.
I couldn’t have selected a more perfect match on my own.
God is Good.
Jeremiah 42.11 | Do not fear the king of Babylon, of whom you are afraid. Do not fear him, declares the LORD, for I am with you, to save you and to deliver you from his hand.