I wasn’t going to be one of them—a fangirl who has to see every single movie with Actor A because he’s so hot and charming. Until I did become one of them—a fangirl who has to see every single movie with Actor A because he’s so hot and charming.
Dear Hallmark, when I wrote to you last Valentine's Day, I wasn’t completely honest about my feelings toward you. It’s true that I didn’t watch many Christmas Hallmark movies for Christmas of 2020. And that’s great. I exposed some of the false expectations that you produce in women, which I feel good about. But I failed to mention that—despite your flaws—your movies have a certain draw to them that I can’t seem to resist.
Even though I haven’t seen that many Hallmark movies, I’ve seen enough to know what the end is going to be: happily ever after. Honestly, Hallmark, you’re deceiving so many women with your cookie-cutter romances. Our expectations for dating and marriage are completely skewed, thanks to you and your sidekick, Disney.
I know so many people who have rushed into marriage with the wrong person because they wanted to be married or thought that they should be married at a certain age or stage of life. You aren’t just with the person you marry for now but for a lifetime.
Don’t be in a rush to get married. This sounds so simple, but there’s a reason that Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 7 to not seek after marriage. In singleness, you have so much freedom to serve others and spread the gospel that can never be achieved again. So don’t waste your singleness pining after marriage. Make the most of this time.
Rather than becoming captivated with a great guy, I became captivated by this book’s deep romance. The love between Solomon and the Shulammite woman astounded me. How could such a wealthy king—who could have anything and anyone he wanted—fall in love with her?
If God is my everything, I don’t need anything. I don’t need a date for Friday night. I don’t need a boyfriend who buys me flowers. I don’t need a husband who holds me in his arms. And I don’t need Four. Because I have Him.
Do we expect a guy to be—as Habakkuk 2:19 says—our "teacher"? To somehow show us that we're valuable? That we’re worth it? We shouldn’t let him have that privilege because he doesn’t deserve it.