Sundae Dating
For when you're on the apps, waiting on a text,
or spiraling after an event.
The moments no one sees but you hold on to.
No judgment. No "should." Just honest. Where are you landing today?
It's okay to be honestBefore you refresh the app. Before you reread that conversation. Before you do anything else. Breathe.
Breathe Here
inhale 4 · hold 4 · exhale 4
"Be still and know that I am God."
Psalm 46:11 · NABREYou've been in your head since that last message, that event, that moment you got home and didn't know how to feel. Let's check in with the rest of you. Select anything you're noticing, even something small.
Replaying messages, overthinking the event, refreshing the app.
Tight, fluttery, aching, holding breath waiting for a reply.
Knotted before an event, hollow after, anxious in the waiting.
Braced, tense, carrying the weight of putting yourself out there.
Clenched, forcing a smile, holding tight.
No right answers. Just yours. Be as honest as you want to be.
What am I actually feeling right now?
Not the version you'd post about. Not the "I'm fine, dating is fun" version. Name it. Is it longing? Rejection you didn't expect? Excitement tangled with dread? The quiet ache of another unanswered message? You're allowed to notice.
What story am I telling myself right now?
The anxious part isn't always about him. It's about what his silence, that unmatch, or that event might bring up for you. Gently name the narrative that's running the show.
What does God say is true?
Not what the app algorithm says. Not what his response time says. What does the Lord actually say about you, your worth, your readiness, your love story?
Bringing the Lord gently into these parts of your heart.
Lord, be with me in this moment.
As I check my phone and read into every detail,
redo my profile, or show up to another event,
as I try to make sense of silence,
remind me you are here.
Hold me.
Remind me that you are not anxious.
That you see every unanswered message,
every conversation I've replayed,
every almost that felt so close and still wasn't.
I give you the story I keep writing in my head.
I give you the fear that I'm too much
and the quiet fear that I'm not enough.
Let me rest in the truth that you are already working
in the spaces I cannot see.
That my story is safe in your hands.
That I don't have to figure this out tonight.
Help me rest in your love today.
Amen.
When you're ready, remind yourself of these.
It's okay to be honest.
The messy middle is often the most invisible part of the journey.
You allowed yourself to be seen. That is beautiful.
"Come to me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest."Matthew 11:28 · NABRE
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