Jamie Lath's blog

Lately, I’ve found myself with that flittery type of faith. The kind you like to ignore and pretend you’ve still got it rock solid. The kind you don’t like to admit to in public. The kind we all get at times, but think no one else has.

So in light of all that, I’m coming out in the open.

My faith flits.

Groping to find some light, I’ve been reading Psalm 119. How can I not be helped by something so desirous of God and so flittery as well?

Ok, so here's my point over these past few weeks: You can’t make God do for you what He did for somebody else and especially not in the way that He did it before.

Look at Moses and the whole rock thing. Hit the rock when you’re told to, and voila, we have water (Exodus 17:1-7). Hit it just because that’s what worked last time, and voila, you’re out of the Promised Land (Numbers 20:1-13).

As we continue this dating series, let's look at a bit of my story:

I began my Christian dating life by not dating. Having become a real believing and walking-it-for-myself Christian at eighteen, I figured a fast was just what was needed—something to cleanse the system.

Plus, I’d just read Passion and Purity by Elisabeth Elliot and not dating had worked for her. You know, focus on God and your dream man will notice you not noticing him.

Father, I just want you to know that this is it. I've officially given up the search for a man. From now on, I’m done with the whole thing, and I’ll just live for you. Come what may.

There, I’d said the magic words. I cracked my eyes open to see if a man had now dropped out of the sky. Nope. I went about my weeks looking high and low for that man that God was now going to put in my life because I was done with the dating thing. Nada.

But it worked for that other girl! She told me so.

Raise your hand if you like to wait. Go ahead. Raise it high. Then feel free to move on past this blog today. Because this one goes out to all of us who have gotten impatient in the grocery line, tapped our foot while the microwave cooks, or found ourselves lost in an airport until the weather clears.

Ladies, I'm sure you've said this at least once: "Something about that just isn't clicking with me. I'm getting a bad feeling about it."

The conversation continues: "A bad feeling? Like about what exactly?"

Your response: "I can't really say for sure. Something's just not right."

You may or may not be taken seriously. You may or may not take yourself seriously. But you've just run into that interesting little thing called "women's intuition."

I have two souvenirs from my honeymoon: a plunger and a towrope.

We spent the week at a friend's ranch house. Not a glamorous dude ranch hotel, but a quaint little house, in the middle of a lot of land, some cattle, and absolutely no other people for miles.The perfect place for really getting to know this person that I've just decided to spend the rest of my life with. There's always a difference when it's 24/7 just the two of you, isn't there?

Accountability can be so painful. There's the pain of bearing your soul to another and sharing the dark places in your life. Yes, that’s painful, but in a healing and good way. But there's also the bearing of one’s soul and then the tearing and ripping of said soul by the “faithful” listener on the other end. With both things a possibility, should we keep on holding one another accountable or not?