if only spinning could lead to twirling, perhaps we'd have a tiltawhirl

I talk to a lot of people, especially females, that have this perception that they need someone--to be dating someone that is. Well, honey, you know I'm going to tell you straight up the only one you need is Jesus. Many awesome people have tackled life alone because they found something above and beyone theirselves to live for--be it religion, poverty, younger siblings, a best friend, the handicapped... you name it. But so often I find that the pain many of my very intelligent, even often very attractive friends feel because of their singleness is because it becomes their utmost desire. And whether you believe in God's plan or merely destiny/romantic comedies, most people can agree that meeting 'the one' is not always in your control. While, I completely agree about being proactive on things you are passionate about, sometimes dating is one that becomes too concerning, especially for teens and 20-somethings. So take a breather...remember, Ecclesiastes 3:11 tells us, 'God has made everything beautiful in its time.' Don't rush your life. Don't rush love. It could end in regrets, pain, abuse, or other negative consequences--not only for yourself, but maybe even your children down the road. Figuring out who to marry is an important decision, but as I so often have to remind myself 'do you best and let God do the rest...let go and let God.' So now that I've had that spill, here's the poem that inspired it, inspired by a status of a friend of mine from another country who has no idea she inspired it (I wrote this about a week ago). Carry on and keep your head up. Have joy in the now.


Life is a drunken canvas
Though she's never had a drop
Oh, the stories she could tell
Of him, but she couldn’t stop

In circles she would ride her bike
In circles, she would spin
Perhaps someday she’ll spend her time
Not thinking of him

She’ll ring the bell, she’ll serve the beans
But it will never please him
She’ll tear the hem out of her sleeves
And hide the deep bruised skin

She wonders if that day at brunch
That table set for two
When he came in and stole her heart
She knew it wouldn’t do

But wait for Him she wouldn’t
She had her cup of tea
And even though quite bitter
Her cup was not empty

For two that seem at first in love
May not actually compat
Another may have been there
If she’d waited for Her Match

Perhaps He won’t wear army green
Perhaps He won’t be tall
Perhaps she’ll never picture Him
Her mind is just too small

To see the depths the future holds
To predict what is to come
But if she waits, and hopes and dreams,
What’s best just might be done

But hastily she carries on?
For this we wait and see
Would she rather have the here and now,
Or a Better Cup Of Tea?

Have patience child, your time will come
And sweet charms you shall receive
But if you bait the hook too soon
The truth of life may bleed

Life is a drunken canvas
Though she’s never had a drop
Oh, the stories she could tell
About when she learned to stop.