All my days I will sing this song of gladness, Give my praise to the fountain of delight, For in my helplessness, You heard my cry, And waves of mercy poured down on my life

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Pastor, pastor, where art thou pastor?

It seems people are starting to worry about my marital status. My dad is checking out all the young and single pastors that come to preach and now Lorimer Gray, boss of Abernethy met a nice suitable dutch guy for me too. At work they all agree that I should marry a pastor or missionary. Haha! Who knows... One thing I do know is that I am far from desperate and I'm enjoying single life very much. No need to set up blind dates for me! If mister Right comes along, he will be more than welcome. If he'd rather wait for a while, I'm sure I will survive ;-)

1 Comments:

Blogger EBLevi said...

Knock, knock. Who's there? Mr. Right.Can I come in? :)))) If you're a pastor or missionary, yes. :))))
From all this I can see, that people do care about you. Don't you appreciate their concern? :P
Well, forgive me my sarcasm, I shouldn't laugh, 'cause the same thing waits me back home. Imagine my big family asking me on my brother's wedding about my future! I'm already thinking on good answers. :)))

9:43 pm

 

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