One of my favorite sayings in my season of singleness has been "date yourself." I took this very seriously in the early stages of recovery from my divorce: I hiked waterfalls. I tried Ethiopian food. I rode a mechanical bull.
I also got injured doing a couple of those things but hey– the memories are epic.
In dating myself, I've re-learned my likes and dislikes. I've discovered interests and abilities I never realized I had before (uh, furniture refurbishment?!). And I've gotten real comfortable with that quirky girl who had never fully come into her own.
(She gets me into a lot of "situations." All good, clean fun though.)
The journey of self-rediscovery has been absolutely priceless. And for my money, I'd say everyone should go through some kind of self-dating process if you're ever going to bring much more than a scarred up, broken heart into a new relationship.
During one of my recent "self-dates," the most surprising thing happened. It completely transformed the way I look at this season of singleness, and my value in the eyes of the Father.
Get the popcorn, girl. This is good.Read More