In Her Waiting List Anna took on a bet that involved online dating. Before the bet had begun she had drawn a line in the sand that she would not compromise by starting a relationship with a non-Christian. Maybe she would go on the odd first date with a non-Christian, but never more than that. Perhaps she should have drawn a line in the concrete, a more permanent reminder that couldn’t so easily fade unlike a line in the sand when the storms of life came. Because for Anna her heart was full of desire to get married, she yearned and longed for it much more than she realised, that was until she found herself alone and heartbroken following breaking up with Will, a non-Christian.
Maybe you’re not a Christian so you’re not looking for a Christian spouse or perhaps you’re a Christian but aren’t bothered whether or not you marry a Christian or not. Let us put that aside for the new few hundred words and think about the notion of compromise for anyone can compromise in who they chose to be in a relationship with. Compromise is making decisions that result in falling short of what’s best for us. When we compromise in who we enter a relationship with we are saying that the fear of being on our own is greater than the blessing of waiting for the right person.
In recent years I have had various crushes, been on several dates and been single for a really long time. With my body clock ticking and friends beginning to marry and have babies I would catch myself thinking thoughts of compromise. This was fuelled by people telling me I was too picky or I just needed to lower my standards. I started thinking, perhaps I didn’t need someone who was a Christian. Perhaps it didn’t matter if they were a little bit odd or financially unstable or dragging lots of baggage behind them. Thankfully I was able to quickly discern these thoughts of compromise and remember the tragedies of compromise, some of which I had created in my books, and redirect myself back onto the path of no compromise.
Now, a couple of months into my relationship, I see the huge power that those decisions to not compromise entailed. For now I am with someone who isn’t a frog or even a prince, but like a king for he honours and respects me far beyond what I could ever have imaged or deserved, treating me like a queen. He cares for me in a way that when I think about it brings tears to my eyes. Looking back at all the years of being single and the moments where I stood on the precipice of compromise, I can now see what I was waiting for and that the wait was worth far more than I could have ever even begun to imagine. A day with the wrong person feels like a life sentence, but a day with the right person feels like an hour. Now my weekends feel as though they pass by so quickly with him by my side.
If you are standing on the precipice of compromise what is it that you are fearing?