“No, I am Single.”
It is so funny how almost every other day of the year I am perfectly content with my single status (because I know that it is temporary and the Lord hasn’t called me to a perpetual life of singleness), but when Valentine’s Day comes it is like I forget all of that. And let a holiday that originally commemorated the death of martyred Saints make me all wonky.
Yesterday, someone who was essentially a stranger asked me, “so, what are you and your husband doing for Valentine’s Day?” Not only did I have to correct this person and say, “I am not married.” I had to say the words, “No, I am single.”
In that moment, I felt crushed. Awkward. Inadequate. As if being single was a bad thing to admit. I allowed the enemy to rob me of some of my joy and security in that conversation.
I am demanding it back.
Because I am not defined by my marital status.
I am defined by my status in Christ.
And that one is pretty darn solid.