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I think we’re doing something wrong. Actually, I know we’re doing a lot wrong. We know what we want, we know our way of getting it, and yet the execution of the plan doesn’t unfold the way we had envisioned. We’re not as high maintenance as people think! Our hearts aren’t as complicated as made out to be. Hormones don’t help our case, but I think we can agree that the needs of our hearts are few.
 

Here’s the deal: We’re walking around with broken hearts. And I know I’m not the only one who knows that it’s not necessary and is avoidable. (I know, it sounds like some kind of female-code-blasphemy to imagine.)

We all know how much faster we mature than guys. We know. It’s not a secret. And I find that as we follow Jesus and are in the Word, we slowly but surely learn what a Godly relationship is supposed to look like. And we want it. We want that husband that multiple authors of the Bible wrote about. So we look for that in the guys around us. This is where problems fly in like grenades, and with a rumbling explosion our hearts break. Now, I’m not picking on young men, they certainly make life… colorful. But they simply, for the most part, aren’t where we are. (On the plus side, they kill bugs and are about 30% stronger than us.) Simply put, a lot of them aren’t ready to want to be our Biblical hero husbands, and a lot of them simply don’t have what we’re searching for. YET. They’re growing a few steps behind at this age. They catch up though, Jesus told me.

Now, here’s the part you don’t want to hear: We’re growing still too. I resisted this for a while. I knew everything already, of course. But after we accept this, I find that so much more fulfillment and freedom will be found. The job of a guy’s spiritual growth is in the hands of our God and their parents. We can’t change em, ladies. And we’re not supposed to. It’s a humbling blessing if we do, but if we focused on planting ourselves in Christ and blossoming there, our hearts will be filled and comforted beyond the level any man could accomplish.

Trying to impress him with drugs, drinking, or sexual knowledge won’t get him to love you forever. Experience in the sheets won’t make him respect you more. If Cinderella could get her Prince Charming without taking her dress off, so can you. Swearing, listening to “cool” music, or taking him back after mistakes won’t guarantee you a ring on that finger. If anything, you can count on them starting to talk to someone else after you give them all that at this point in their maturity.
So, what would this one stumbling but striving Christian teenage girl do? Keep your body in your clothes, and let some Scripture out. You’ll weed out the losers from the winners in no time. Otherwise, it will be hard to do, and your heart will break more times than necessary. Most of us know guys are our weakness, and don’t believe for a second that just because we’re young Satan won’t use that against, ya sister.

Unfortunately, Prince Charming doesn’t ride up on a white horse when we sing enchantingly like in fairy tales. They’re not that easy to find, especially today. But they’re out there. When we follow Jesus, people who also want to live for Him, want a Godly relationship, and seek love forever will come into your life — in God’s perfect timing. And maybe, if you’re lucky, one will even ride in on a white horse.

Something’s value is based on it’s price. The price paid for you was an innocent man’s blood spilled for all to see. You were bought at the highest price by Jesus. That’s how valuable you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re anything less.

I have to remind myself that today. Maybe you do too. <3

I was slapped across the face the other day. Not literally, but I believe the impact of a friend’s words hurt more than her hand would have. Here are her painful words: “I remember when you were a poetic, romantic, love-loving girl; lately, you’ve been sounding like a jerky teenage boyfriend.” The sad part is, I knew this was true for it was intentional. I love being a girl; but there are things that come with having two X chromosomes that I don’t like. And I find most of these things are a part of relationships with the people around us.

1) I hate being vulnerable. (That “Publish Post” button is looking very daunting and orange right about now.) The possibility of heartache and break over shadows the pros that come with talking to someone deeply for me. I often find it easier to be sarcastic. I don’t like trusting people. It’s so bad that I yell at my iPod when male lead singers “try to serenade me” with their songs and acoustic strumming. I get discussed because I assume that I’m being lied to. (Now, I know they’re not really singing to me, but just let me have this one.)

2) I detest crying. And girls do it. A lot. (No matter how many times I tell myself that I don’t have hormones, they still seem to show up.) My policy? If no one saw it, it didn’t happen.

3) I don’t like wanting to be loved. I wish I didn’t care that much. I wish I didn’t worry that my feelings, with everyone I come across, would be returned to me. My “jerky boyfriend” self lets it roll off my back, telling myself that I don’t care how people think of me, and I’m not romantic whatsoever.

But then the other day… I heard the most beautiful, romantic song on the radio the other day. I bought it and listened to it 2432354257925 times. And I remembered that I love love songs.

That’s when I realized something I read a while ago in the book Captivating. God sends us messages about who He is through men and women (Genesis 5:1), and the message we receive through my sisters and me is quite incredible. The vulnerability, emotion, and romance that I try to suppress are all parts of who Jesus is. I thought it was all weakness, but it’s a glory that reflects the heart of God. Women want to be desired because God wants to be desired! There is nothing more vulnerable and emotional and romantic than when my God left the Heavens to our broken world, let Himself be hung on a cross for all to see, and still to this day asking me to love Him on a daily basis in return. (1Tim 2:3&4)

On that note, I’m off to sing my new favorite mushy-gushy, nauseatingly romantic song. (: