To any of my single girls who feel like they have something amazing to offer a man, but no men seem to choose you...I understand. It's nice to see people finding someone to spend the rest of their lives with, but sometimes you just wish that you could remind someone that it's your turn.
We may not always feel like this; sometimes we are too busy with life, jobs, church, family... Yet in those moments when you are by yourself, or when you make a really great dinner and start to think about how wonderful it would be to share your life with a Godly man, I want you to remember that you are not alone because you have nothing to offer.
The greatest value is not beauty--or else we would all be lost, because the beauty of youth does not last. It may take a little longer until you are noticed for your finer qualities, but when you are discovered, you will be cherished beyond belief.
Even if that doesn't happen, know that there is someone somewhere who notices your worth. I look at the single girls in my life, often and think that they are amazing. They are trained and ready to be extraordinary wives, mothers and friends.
I wrote this poem a few years ago that I feel portrays the single woman's frustration. I hope that it serves you, by showing you that you are actually the perfect choice and I hope it helps you to be patient despite the evidence in front of you.
Why is it always her?
She doesn't see you the way I do.
I'm the archaeologist who discovered a
rare treasure.
I'm the person who is qualified to know
your true worth.
She wants you like a voyeur in an art
gallery.
She likes the painting because it's
hanging on the wall.
I put in the hard time like a mother,
And she came and stole you like the
friends at the back of the bus.
I get all your jokes and I know their
references,
Because I was in the same movie.
She was never a character in your
storyline.
She's like a spinoff that never could
quite capture it all again.
I always knew your talents.
I was the fan who went to all of your
shows before the band got big.
She didn't even know you existed until
you were on TV.
I know the full extent of the damage;
every dent, leak and spot.
She has only been close enough to see
the sparkly paint job and new tires.
I honoured your name when it threatened
my own, at a time when I cared most about myself.
She wouldn't know that you were the
last person picked for the team.
...And she wouldn't have picked you.
I am your Proverbs 31. I cook, clean
and care.
You would feel secure knowing I would
never fly from the nest.
I am as loyal as a golden retriever and
as loving as a spaniel.
She is cute like a puppy that is happy
to see anyone and wants to run free.
I could make you happier than anyone
you choose for yourself.
Why is it always her and not me?
She is always served first, even though
I was faithfully waiting in the line,
Waiting for you to say 'Next.'
She is always the flower your eyes are
drawn to,
Even though I am the simple flower that
smells exquisite when you get close.
I wish you would pick me and take a
chance.
I would bet that it would be the wise
choice, as unlikely as it seems for you to make it.
