“Save Me.” No, Save Yourself

Lately I’ve thought that some life decisions might be easier if a significant other was here to make them with me. On particularly confusing days, I’m totally out of character and think I would even let him make them for me. Also, independent woman status aside, it’s crossed my mind that a rich husband could fund my life until I figure out what’s next. Or if I must do the grueling work required to change things, wouldn’t it be less taxing if I at least had someone to do it with me?

This is the part when God gently informs me that I’m being ridiculous. I am behaving like a whiny brat who is afraid to make the changes necessary to build the life she desires. It sounds as if I want someone to co-sign my choices so I’ll feel better about them, a ready playmate in my new world to ensure I’m not lonely, a scapegoat if things go wrong, a partner to share in my suffering. What a horrible reason to ‘run away’ with someone.

What Jake and I don’t seem to understand is that we don’t need anyone to save us. While I believe that God places people in our lives to help us reach our destiny, I don’t think he sends anyone else to do for us that which we are capable of doing for ourselves. All the power and courage needed to live the life of our dreams already resides within each of us. We just need to tap into it.

Are there things about your life that you want to change? What are you waiting on? Who are you waiting you for?

I don’t need anyone to save me. Neither do you. We just have to be committed to the lengthy, arduous task of saving ourselves.

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