Dear Brothers

My Dear Brothers:

     I would like to take the time out to say thank you for all the painful experiences you’ve given me and my other single Christian sisters. Thank you for your passivity, apathy, disinterest, aloofness, and lack of testicular fortitude. Thank you for caving to your insecurities, listening to your loins, and checking your good sense at the door when it comes to your relational choices.  Your overall hypocrisy and double standards in your dogged pursuit for the “virtous woman” have been noted.  The mixed messages, inconsistency, duplicity, passive aggressive behavior has taught me many lessons.   In each disappointing and dashed expectation, you’ve made several things abundantly clear in my relationships with you:

1.) Apart from divine intervention(and I mean fire-from-heaven, Dead-Sea parting-resurrection-from-death intervention), I can only give sisterly regard and intercede from a distance. I refuse to drop pearls of wisdom or give aid among those who will trample it in the selfish pursuit of their own agendas and interests. I refuse to beg, coax, manipulate, or shape circumstances to gain your attention or attraction. I refuse to dimmer my personality or downplay my intelligence to placate or pacify your paper-thin egos.  If you want someone to blow smoke, stroke your ego, and tell you what you want to hear, don’t show up on my doorstep. 

2.) If you don’t see me much, it’s simply because I am choosing my battles carefully. I have a low tolerance for foolishness(and I’m talking about blatant,persistent, defiant, willful stupidity) and my diplomatic switch has been off lately, and as such:

3.) I am learning (and still learning) to refuse to get frustrated by your behavior. I am choosing to stay in my lane and take care of me. I’ve got a fabulous life that needs to be appreciated, savored, and lived joyfully, purposefully, and prayerfully. The only help I will be giving is the sign pointing to God. You’re on your own. I’m done. Go to your mother if you want to be coddled, because I am NOT the one.

4.) I am daily choosing to keep my heart tender towards God and learning to enforce my boundaries towards you. And in doing so, I am learning never to expect anything, depend on anything, or trust in anything that you are. It doesn’t mean that you’re not capable, it just means that I acknowledge that you’re not God and He is the one that calls the shots about what your real purpose/role is in my life (which, at the moment, is in a professional, ministry capacity at best).

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