Single. Yes, this is my single season. I can eat all the candy I want, without being judged. I thought this would turn out to be a hilarious blog, but it's really not. It's actually pretty serious. Sometimes I feel how serious the situation really is. It's a covenant of sorts. I will keep it. I will honor it. I wrote this letter, and I mean it.

Dear Brother in Christ,

I am being obedient to my Father, who says to me and my heart “be single.” My feelings are to be fully invested in ministry during this season. This means I will not date you. I repeat: I will not date you. A little bit more extreme (my future husband is going to LOVE this) I will not tiptoe the line. Are you the anti-Christ? Probably not. But to have a questionable friendship with you right now would be sheer disobedience. I will not accept flattery. I don’t want to hear about my being “so hot like faya” or anything along those lines, in any language. I will not flatter you. Flattery is different from encouragement. Encouragement is okay. I am very attentive to detail, and I notice intentions, word choices, and implied meanings. I notice when situations escalate. I will honestly attempt to avoid any kind of one-on-one interaction with you. I will do my best not to flirt. I will “brother” you until you get the point (to brother: to call you brother until you understand that this is how I view you, at least for now). It might frustrate you. You will either respect this boundary or walk away.

My Daddy has called me to missions. This mission trip will change my life. It will change me. It’s already changing me, as you can see, I’m writing this letter. Old me would never write a letter like this.

I will honor my future husband by waiting patiently. I won’t be tapping my foot or jumping at any glimpse of a possibility. I’ll be serving, and exuding purity. I was once told that the most beautiful thing about me is my heart, because it is full of Jesus. With my guarded, rebuilt-from-ground-zero, Christ-filled heart, I will obey God.

Does that mean I don’t desire my future husband? Ahh if you only knew. Being single, like I’ve said a million times, is not fun. Not to somebody who is called to be married. I desire his affection, his company, and his laughter. I hate sleeping alone, for one.  Thank God I won’t be alone at all for 11 months, right? God is giving me peace. I trust Him. I’m relearning patience. All in His good, pleasing, and perfect will.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. Ecc 3:1

This is my single season.

Please honor it.

Love in Christ,

Helena E. Jordão