“So the lucky guy was the key to your heart?”
The old man squints at the gold charms hanging around my neck, trying to discern their meaning. I smile as I hand him a pen and paper.
“Not exactly. It means there’s only one key to my heart, and I’m saving it for someone special.”
I had an option here, in this brief conversation, to either laugh off his remark and go about my business, or give a clear, concise explanation of what the necklace represented. I don’t know what possessed me to do the latter, but I did. And it only cemented something even deeper into my heart.
Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up, until the time is ripe–and you’re ready.
Song of Solomon 2:7
Purity of body is one thing to understand–saving yourself till marriage, waiting for one man. Purity of heart is quite another. We females are emotional beings. We sense, we feel…we are romantic. Sure, some of us may scoff at “cheesy” chick flicks or wedding pictures, but deep down, we love romance just as much as the next girly-girl around the block. It’s easy to get swept up in another huge diamond on that all-important finger, another beautiful wedding, or yet another sappy romantic movie, and begin to wonder when our Mr. Right will show up. Then we fret, we throw pity parties…and those very natural desires for companionship and love come flooding our hearts.
I have sometimes found myself glancing around the corner and thinking, “Could *he* be the one?” or “He’s really great!”
These thoughts in and of themselves aren’t wrong, but they become stumbling blocks when I allow them to distract my gaze from the One who will always hold the key to my heart. <–click to tweet this thought
It is his Son, who has washed my heart white as snow. He is the one who gave us the desires and longings of a romantic heart! Our God is a jealous god—He wants our whole hearts, wholly focused on Him. And, like everything else in life, God only wants to use these feelings and, yes, even our emotions, to draw us nearer to Himself.
Our physical purity and our hearts are equally valuable–we may stay physically pure before marriage, but what about our hearts? Will we give pieces of it to the first Mr. Wickham who comes calling? What will we have left to give to the very real Mr. Darcy that eventually comes knocking on the doors of our hearts?
Even when we are married–our hearts will belong firstly to God. Period. The end. Men will fail and disappoint us — they’re imperfect human beings just like us! These same men may seem to be taking forever in getting here, but there is one thing I cling to: God holds my heart in his almighty, sovereign hands. I must let go and trust Him–that He will give the key to only the most worthy of men when his timing is right.
“Our willingness to wait reveals the value we place on the object we’re waiting for.”
~ Charles Stanley
So what does this waiting look like?
I have two physical reminders of my commitment to purity of heart and body. One is the necklace, and another is a simple promise ring that will only be replaced by a wedding band some day. Another thing I cherish through this season of singleness is keeping a journal of letters to my future husband. Prayer is also vital, and can be felt. Before we begin dating or even meet our guy, we can pray for him and write to him of how much we look forward to the future together, what it will look like, and how we are preparing. Even now, God is in the business of preparing your man not only to be worthy of you, but most importantly, worthy of Him.
I may be single, but I am sure of this: journaling and praying for my future husband serves as a tangible reminder to me of God’s work in my heart, and I believe it will bless the socks off my man one day, too.
Have you ever struggled with the “waiting game”?
What helps you remember that God has a plan for your heart?
Meghan Gorecki is a work in progress, striving to walk in a manner that’s worthy of the calling God has placed on her life. That of a daughter, sister, & writer. She shares about what colors her days, who she loves, and what she is learning, at Just As I Am.