"He'll wear vans or converse," I said.
"He'll take me on super romantic dates," Linsey added.
This went on for a few minutes, us giggling at our high expectations for the perfect man. The truth is, there is no perfect man. There is no "the one." As hard as that is to swallow, I believe it with my whole heart. I believe that God puts us in situations where we can either take what He's given us or leave it.
Sometimes I worry that I've given up on opportunities too many times. I worry that I won't find "the one," because of all of the mistakes I've made and people I've hurt. But as I look back, I can see how God has grown me, molded me, and changed my expectations.
Although I often call out my silly expectations for my future husband, I know deep down that he will most likely not be a decisive, cute dressing, uber smart/talented older man who knows when to fight with me and when to tell me I'm right. But I do know a few things about him.
I know that he will love the Lord more than he loves himself and more than he loves me.
I know I will be able to talk to him about anything.
I know we will be silly together and have fun!
I know these things because they are not my expectations of him, they are my standards for a future husband. They are things that I am not willing to settle on because they are just that important to me. I know men like this exist, and I'm patiently (some days more patiently than others) waiting for him to arrive at my front door and ask for my hand ;) (More like I'll stalk him on facebook for weeks until he finally asks me out)
Linking up with vintch today in her series on relationships.