This morning, I woke up with a horrifying thought.

I'd be 25 in two years and then I'll be 30 five years after that. And sometime before thirty or after thirty, I might get married. The thought chilled me. No more single "freedom", single "independence", and singles night out. But my fears were assuaged when my rationality returned and was reminded that in marriage, there's love. (Thank God for love.) So I'm not going to get married with someone I don't love and someone who doesn't love me.

That's a relief.

I don't know what came into me for getting scared of the idea of being married! LOL. I guess all this love talk at church (and for 40 days at that!) has rubbed in on me really hard.