I never know when it will strike or why it strikes. But, it has been striking more and more frequently recently.
"What is that?" you might ask.
Well, it is kind of indescribable. I guess it is best called a longing. Something inside of me longs to know that which I have never known before--to know and be known by a man, to have a husband.
I think what sparked it this time was contact with old friends. Two friends from my chuch youth group (10-15 years ago--oh my) who got married this past fall/winter recently sent me pictures from their weddings.
I am happy for them.
Yet, at the same time, a little piece of me asks, "when will it be my turn?" However, even though there is that deep longing that comes at will it never leaves me hopeless, it always leaves me hopeful. Knowing that there will be nothing to regret by waiting for God and His infallible timing.