I would never date a Godless man. That’s what I told myself when I became of age and was ready to date. But now that I’m almost halfway into my thirties, I figured there was no harm in relaxing my standards a little bit. The pool of men in the church is quite small, so I figured I had nothing to lose.
For me, choosing someone who didn’t believe in God didn’t happen on purpose. I didn’t intentionally seek him out to pick him. He just happened to cross my path, and so I decided to give it a shot. Like most relationships, we started off great. But after the fluff and infatuation were gone, our beliefs came into play and it was evident that one of us would have to give in to the other, or the relationship wasn’t going to work.
A part of it was my attendance in church. I’ve been going religiously since I was a child, and still continue unto this day. But the new boo wasn’t really into it. And I accepted that about him, but what did it mean for me? Would my husband be at home when I was in God’s house? Would he allow our children to attend service with me? We even prayed to different beings. Something had to give.
The problem with dating a godless man was that I wasn’t being true to myself. So Mr. Right (or so I thought) quickly became Mr. Wrong when I realized that us not sharing the same core values was a disaster waiting to happen. It was already highlighted while dating, and surely it would be magnified in marriage.
So the search for Mr. Right continues. But as the saying goes, it’s better to be single than in the wrong relationship.
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