Marriage wasn't meant for everyone

In recent times I have seen a lot of people on social media posting about finding the right partner and settling down. We all had dreams growing up of the fairy tale wedding and the happily ever after. With each passing day are we all not seeing that we need to put these fairy tale ideals aside and start living in the real world. Firstly, the idea that the ring needs to be perfect for the proposal to be perfect. Newsflash there doesn't even need to be a proposal or an engagement period. Secondly, the continued addiction to looking at wedding dresses and venues will set up yourself for a lot of disappointment later in when you realize it's unrealistic to spend so much money on the ceremony.

Why are so many christans so eager to get married? Is the temptation of sex before marriage getting to you and you need to rush the process? When you go to a church as a young lady it's as if the young men have never seen a young lady before, the desperation radiates from their bodies. The next thing is marriage is not for everyone meaning,not everyone is meant to be married .The bible itself told you so. Some people sit down waiting on God to send the right partner when the truth is he will never come because your calling was never for the Union of marriage.

So, in conclusion I just want to say to you that you dont be discouraged when the partner doesn't come into your life and also be more realistic with the list of requirements that the person has to have. Why is it that we refuse to help a person improve on their character when we ourselves have our flaws.

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