Give Me A Husband…Or I’ll Die!

Have you ever had a dream that was delayed for so long that you became frustrated? So frustrated you thought it would kill you? (Maybe not in the literal sense but in the spiritual one.)

Rachel tells her husband, Jacob, “Give me a child or I’ll die!” Dramatic? Maybe, but it’s a heart cry I understand. In my lowest times, I’ve begged, demanded, that God give me a husband. Like Rachel, jealousy had once crept into my heart and nearly destroyed me.

Jealousy, that “green-eyed monster”, has a way of taking over.  It whispers to you of the blessings other people have and reminds you of your barrenness in that particular area. It causes our eyes to be transfixed on their abundance and our hearts to murmur over our lack.

In Genesis 30, Rachel’s older sister, Leah, was also married to Jacob but he didn’t love her. He only loved Rachel. Still, he had to fulfill his husbandly duties and because God saw how miserable Leah was He blessed her with many children. Envy burned so hotly within Rachel as Leah’s arms filled with babies that from her mouth overflowed those desperate words.

Set Apart SPOTLIGHT: Laura Toeniskoetter

I've been single for all my life, minus five or six weeks in high school where I dated a guy. Needless to say, the whole thing was kind of a disaster (we both made it much more worse than it needed to be when we broke up) and relationships have just had a sour taste to me.


Isn't it funny the things we expect out of our life? The world seems to tell us that life isn't as complete when you're single as it is when you share it with someone? Being single is supposed to be lonely, and yes, I'll admit there's moments where it is - but being single is such a blessing too. 

Not that I won't be open to a relationship when it's time, but it's not the time and I am completely okay with that. So many people think life begins when you fall in love, but I totally disagree. 

I'm not in love with any man, but in my twenty years, I've built a career that includes a successful blog, self-publishing a book in the beginning of the year, and so many other things. Sure, we can all wait around for Mr. Right to come around, but life is so much more complete and fun when you make it yourself. 

When I do meet Mr. Right, I know that I'll be everything I want to be for him, independent and able to take care of myself because I've been through so much to get to that point, but because I can take care of myself, it's not the end of the world if he never shows up. When the time comes, I don't want a relationship that completes me, but one that compliments both of us. 

Laura is a college junior, life style blogger, and award-winning author. On her

blog, The Laura Way, she blogs about college, life, trying to organize and her journey on prepping her book, THE ASSASSIN, for publishing.

Oh Be Careful Little Eyes

Back in the day I was a sucker for a good chick flick. If you were to scroll through my collection of movies while I was in college, you would think I had an addiction. My bookshelves were lined with romantic comedy after romantic comedy… and the occasional action movie (as long as it had a good love story).

What God meant for good

Romance movies have acquired a negative stigma among Christian women because they tend to be the culprit behind unrealistic expectations in relationships. For single women these movies can evoke a desire for a relationship that don’t really exist, and for married women chick flicks can cause tension when the woman realizes her husband doesn’t fit her skewed concept of who he should be.

Although the idea of romance predominantly perpetuated by media, causes such annoyances in our lives, it didn’t start out that way. If we take a look at the Bible as a whole, it’s one big love story, the overarching reality for every believer across the world.

Beyond Waiting

I was sitting in his living room, my heart divided between what it wanted in that moment and what it wanted for all of time. Looking back now, it seems the choice should have been easy, but sometimes the moment seems to carry more weight than it actually does in truth.

“I can’t do this,” I said.

“Why?”

I’ve always hated that question. Hated how it forces me to sort through my motivation when always the answer is just there at the ready.

I shook my head. “I don’t have a logical answer. I’m sorry, I know that’s what you want.”

But how does one even begin to tell a man that he is too safe, too comfortable, too secure? Isn’t that what any girl should want?