Single and Waiting
By Brenda Jackson
It’s Friday night and I’m home alone again, sighed Lexi I know the girls will call or I could call them,” as she began pacing across the room. But another Friday night date with the girls, Lord how long? I love you God and trust you but my faith seems to be growing weary. Haven’t I done what you asked me; to give you my whole heart and to need only you, she cried out? I’ve traveled, kept myself busy, dealt with past demons — all in order to become a whole woman of God. I promised I’d be patient.
