The Waiting Game
I can recall my single days in my early twenties. As much as I wanted to fall in love and say those infamous words, ‘I do’…even more so, I wanted a husband after God’s heart. I wanted a husband whose love for God overshadowed his looks, the car he drove, the clothes he wore and the money he had. I am not going to lie to you. Those things mattered but they were only superficial.
