Proof The Bible Is True

”You’re not getting any younger, you know,” Grammy said. “You’re 30 years old! For goodness’ sake, why aren’t you married yet?”

 

I winced. I’d come to this restaurant to have lunch with my grandmother, not to be interrogated about my love life—or lack thereof. I was painfully aware of my age. And my relationship status. Most of my friends were already married, some with children. I could feel my own biological clock ticking.

 

But the typical dating scene wasn’t me. I hated going to bars and trying to meet people. Really, I hated dating. The way things were going, I was headed for a life alone with only a cat for company. The only thing scarier than that image was the idea of being trapped in a marriage with the wrong person.

 

“You don’t understand, Grammy,” I said with a sigh. “I’m looking for more than just a decent man. I’m looking for Mr. Right. And it seems utterly impossible!”

 

“Impossible situations can become possible miracles,” Grammy said sagely.

 

“You’re not helping,” I muttered.

 

“I am helping! You’re just not listening! You shouldn’t be looking for a man, you should be looking for a miracle. Miracles happen, and they come in small moments. Keep your eyes open.”

 

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