A Reminder to Girls, of Guys and God 

I, like most of America, spend a lot of time browsing the Internet for intriguing thoughts and ideas, and lately, I’ve noticed something a little disheartening. I keep seeing articles with titles such as “10 Easy Steps to Getting the Guy” or “How to Keep Him Interested.” I’m not going to lie, I’ve read these articles. They’re slightly intriguing, but they break my heart. Those articles, they imply that us girls are not interesting on our own. That we’re not worth having, that we’re not special. 

Here’s what those articles should be saying:  Girls, it has never been and never will be your job to keep someone merely “interested” in you. It is your job to hold your head high and know that you are worthy of interest. It is your job to know that any guy that needs to be chased down is not a guy worth having. Someday, a guy will come along, and that guy will chase you down and hold onto you and never let you go. 

 But girls, until that someday comes, you do not need a man to complete you, nor to make you happy. Not only are you complete on your own, but you have a God who loves you unconditionally, a God who fearfully and wonderfully made you in His own image. What could be more special than that?

So here’s a reminder to all girls: Spend your time dancing with God, and I promise you, he will let the perfect man cut in. 

The Bookstore of Life

Close your eyes for a minute and picture the layout of a bookstore. Any bookstore, it doesn’t really matter, they’re all generally the same. There are books that greet you right as you walk in, confident, popular, exclaiming “New York Times Best-Seller’s List!” There are the average books back on the shelves in the middle, who are content to sit and wait until someone comes by and picks them out of the crowd, and there are the books lying sadly on the clearance tables, hoping and wishing that someone will come by and rescue them from the doomed fate of a recycled paper mill.

I have this theory that everyone’s life is a different book. We’re all different genres and we’re made of different chapters and paragraphs and sentences, but together, we make up the whole bookstore. Some people are the bright shiny books in front that will be remembered forever in Facebook posts and newspaper articles and English classes, while other people are the books that will be read once or twice, and then packed away in someone’s attic, only to be completely forgotten about.

I used to think it was imperative for my book to end up on the best-seller’s list, right in front, for everyone to look at and admire and wish that they were me. Lately, however, I’ve had a change of heart. I’ve thought about my favorite people, and my favorite books, and I’ve realized that it’s more important to be loved deeply than to be liked widely. I have no need for everyone to know my name, and I’d rather have one true friend than one hundred fake ones. I don’t really care where I’m placed in the bookstore of life, or how many people stop and pick me up, just as long as the ones that do never want to put me back down.