Looking on here there are so many lonely people that it makes me wonder what is going on, God did not create man to be alone, but here we are all of us are alone. We need to set a date and I'll say a prayer that we can find our soulmate because this is the year that God is answering prayers more so than ever before due to the end of times. God says two or more asking the same thing and it shall be, it is His promise so we should all get involved in the prayer and set a date we can all say a prayer at the same time. That would really p*** off satan if we can all find our soulmate. Let's do it.

Thank you and welcome to Mingle2 Christian Singles, LoveSpirit!

Yes, Genesis 2:18 says:

"And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him an help meet for him." -Genesis 2:18

Women should not assume that we are everything any man needs.
We should ask ourselves...

"Am I prepared to meet the needs
of a man who needs a good woman?"

WE... are responsible for raising children who look forward to meeting the needs of their future husbands and wives.

If trained Christian women would pray, trust, and wait on the Lord they will reap great rewards.

From a woman's standpoint, I'll say... 'Without the appropriate training,
we're all taking a chance on being the wrong mate for any man.'

Some single Christian remain single because they are searching for the mythical "soul-mate".

An article I want to share:





The List that Saved My Marriage

What an inventory of my husband's shortcomings taught me

Becky Zerbe


The day had come. I'd lasted as long as I could in my marriage. Once my husband, Bill, left for work, I packed a bag for myself and our 14-month-old son and left our home. It was the only year in our married life when we lived in the same town as my parents. Obviously the convenience of being able to run to Mom and Dad made my decision to leave Bill easier.

With a tear-stained, angry face, I walked into Mom's kitchen. She held the baby while I sobbed my declaration of independence. A washcloth and cup of coffee later, Mom told me she and Dad would help me. I was comforted to know they'd be there for me.

"But before you leave Bill," she said, "I have one task for you to complete."

Mom put down my sleeping son, took a sheet of paper and pen, and drew a vertical line down the middle of the page. She told me to list in the left column all the things Bill did that made him impossible to live with. As I looked at the dividing line, I thought she'd then tell me to list all his good qualities on the right hand side. I was determined to have a longer list of bad qualities on the left. This is going to be easy, I thought. My pen started immediately to scribble down the left column.

Bill never picked his clothes off the floor. He never told me when he was going outside. He slept in church. He had embarrassing, nasty habits such as blowing his nose or belching at the dinner table. He never bought me nice presents. He refused to match his clothes. He was tight with money. He wouldn't help with the housework. He didn't talk with me.

The list went on and on until I'd filled the page. I certainly had more than enough evidence to prove that no woman would be able to live with this man.

Smugly I said, "Now I guess you're going to ask me to list all Bill's good qualities on the right side."

"No," she said. "I already know Bill's good qualities. Instead, for each item on the left side, I want you to write how you respond. What do you do?"

This was even tougher than listing his good qualities. I'd been thinking about Bill's few, good qualities I could list. I hadn't considered thinking about myself. I knew Mom wasn't going to let me get by without completing her assignment. So I had to start writing.

I'd pout, cry, and get angry. I'd be embarrassed to be with him. I'd act like a "martyr." I'd wish I'd married someone else. I'd give him the silent treatment. I'd feel I was too good for him. The list seemed endless.

When I reached the bottom of the page, Mom picked up the paper and went to the drawer. She took scissors and cut the paper down the vertical line. Taking the left column, she wadded it in her hand and tossed it into the trash. Then she handed me the right column.

"Becky," she said, "take this list back to your house. Spend today reflecting on these things in your life. Pray about them. I'll keep the baby until this afternoon. If you sincerely do what I ask and still want to leave Bill, Dad and I will do all we can to assist you."

Facing facts

Leaving my luggage and son, I drove back to my house. When I sat on my couch with the piece of paper, I couldn't believe what I was facing. Without the balancing catalogue of Bill's annoying habits, the list looked horrifying.

I saw a record of petty behaviors, shameful practices, and destructive responses. I spent the next several hours asking God for forgiveness. I requested strength, guidance, and wisdom in the changes I needed to make. As I continued to pray, I realized how ridiculously I'd behaved. I could barely remember the transgressions I'd written for Bill. How absurd could I be? There was nothing immoral or horrible on that list. I'd honestly been blessed with a good man—not a perfect one, but a good one.

I thought back five years. I'd made a vow to Bill. I would love and honor him in sickness and health. I'd be with him for better or for worse. I said those words in the presence of God, my family, and friends. Yet only this morning, I'd been ready to leave him for trivial annoyances.

I jumped back in the car and drove to my parents' house. I marveled at how different I felt from when I'd first made the trip to see Mom. I now felt peace, relief, and gratitude.

When I picked up my son, I was dismayed by how willing I'd been to make such a drastic change in his life. My pettiness almost cost him the opportunity to be exposed daily to a wonderful father. Quickly, I thanked my mother and flew out the door to return home. By the time Bill returned from work, I was unpacked and waiting.

A new outlook

I'd love to say that Bill changed. He didn't. He still did all those things that embarrassed and annoyed me, and made me want to explode.

The difference came in me. From that day forward, I had to be responsible not only for my actions in our marriage, but also for my reactions. ......


Article continued at :

http://www.todayschristianwoman.com/articles/2008/september/list-that-saved-my-marriage.html?start=3

I'm benedix patrick 28yrs single man with no kids yet. Am a Microbiologist and a safety officer by profession. Presently searching for a life-time soulmate

The Choice......

EVERY moment in life, we are faced with a choice.

Which should command our preference--the demands of our job or the duties to our family?

If there is a board meeting today at the same hours that our son
graduates from school, where should we go -- to the boardroom or to the graduation ceremony?

If we have to make a very important presentation tomorrow, so as to advance our career, but our wife says she has to see the doctor on a suspicion of cancer, which appointment should we keep?

These are the daily battles of conscience we have to wage, trying to
keep a balance between our responsibility to earn a living and our
opportunity to live a life.
And our choices invariably reveal who we really are.
Our preferences indicate our true character.
Our priorities are the best indicators of our real identity.

What profits success?

I know that many of you out there would go for career on the pretension that after all, you are doing all these for the family. Many of you, dear readers, would rather become outstanding employees, model personnel instead of being doting fathers or loving husbands.

Many of you would opt to perform exceedingly well in the office even
if you work 12 to 16 hours a day, going home only to change clothes
or catch a few hours of sleep.

But what for? At the end of the day, what have you accomplished?

What profits a highly successful professional or wealthy businessman if ultimately, he loses his family, wrecks his marriage or dishonors the name he will leave to his children?

What has a rich man accomplished if he has built a fortune and founded conglomerates of highly profitable companies and yet drives his own wife to vices or infidelity, his children to drugs and delinquency and himself to spiritual decay and total burnout?

What matters most?

Look around you.
The evidence is overwhelming and irreversible.
Families are shattered.
Marriages are broken.
Lives are reduced to utter emptiness.

Even as man advances in wealth and success, he deteriorates on the basic standards of joy, peace and serenity. As we all compete and struggle for power and possessions, we often neglect what really matters most. In our insatiable mania for supremacy over the rest, we often forget the most important things in life.

I will respect your choice. But as for me, my priorities are clear. Between career and family, I will always go for family.

I can forego that board meeting and earn the ire of my boss or make a bad impression on my peers. But I shall not inflict a lifetime trauma on my son by sending him alone to graduate without his dad. I can forget that business presentation and lose a valued client or waste a career promotion, but I cannot leave my wife alone in her moments of anxiety.

Meaningless?

Why should a well-known public figure commit suicide given all his fame and fortune? Can his wealth and wisdom compensate for ruptures in his relationships?

Why should a wife of a famous politician commit adultery with the family driver? Is it lust or vain fixation for the pleasures of the flesh? Or is it the pain of being neglected and ignored by the husband she used to adore?

Why should a son cut his wrist or a daughter drink poison despite all the luxuries and pleasures they are showered with?

Can money replace love ?
Can pleasure take the place of affections ?

In this age of top line technology and convenience gadgets, why are humans talking to computers rather than with each other? Why are we retrenching people and replacing them with robots and machines?

Why have we lost the simple joys of nurturing relationships with bank tellers because we have replaced them with ATMs?

Why, with all our cells, e-mails, Internets, websites or the endemic texting, are we no longer communicating? Why are family members no longer talking to each other?

The ultimate hell?

To succeed in career and fail in the family is, to me, the ultimate hell.

John Grisham, that famous author of legal fictions wrote * The Testament,* which tells of a highly successful industrialist who made billions of dollars but lost his family.

In the first 10 pages of the novel, he jumped to his death from his multi-story building in front of his self-centered children. By his will, he disinherited all of them and bequeathed his entire estate to an illegitimate daughter who refused to accept it.

That is the ultimate irony; those who lusted for money lost it. Those who were given all the money refused it.

In all his dozen masterpieces, Grisham tells us about the importance of family. "A Time to Kill" tells of a father who went to jail for killing his daughter's rapists.

Indeed, we who are simple folks should learn from the mistakes of others. We should straighten our lives and put our priorities in order.

I don't know about you.

But as for me and my house, our credo is: There is no success in a career that can make up for a failure in the family.

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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower view points. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and
back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, over weight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose, Your Loving Faith.

A very informative post!

Thank you, and welcome to Christian Singles Forum, Intersite!

...nice story...u ave a good mother

Thank You for taking the time to write down the stories and the facts of this society that are tearing relationships apart!

Hello All, I agree with the person who said some people are looking for the Mythical soulmate. From what I have heard from the men on these dating sites they are wanting excitement, a woman that will sweep them off their feet and dazzle them with charm and something that there is no name to.
There's a song on one of the Christian stations that says "People are wishing for things they'll never get". That is the age we are living in.
I will put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ! I stand on his word! I am looking for a Christian man who knows what God expects of him and will do it. The next time I get married it will be for life. That's the kind of faith I have in my Jesus!

I have noticed one big thing when waiting for God to send me a mate........wow.....peaple are selfish.....it seems to me so many things start by this. Men are to love their women as Jesus loved the church.....I have also read that they are not suppose to love their flesh more thwn their family. Then I see these nutty ladies not in honer of their mates.....I see all complaining and attacking each other hen we are not suppose to be doing that but instead taking it to God and he will handle it. I also see all this getting married and thinking that they can change each other....wrong. The men that I see that are truely seeking God....well...you can see it in their fruit....the actions....opening the door....getting home from work and helping with the kids....being on fire for their wife and that he is satisfied with her....I have come to a conclusion.....God has to BE in the marriage....every aspect......to guide the men.....it just doesnt work any other way....and this whole submission thing......read the whole sentence in the bible....submit IN GODS WAY.....not mans....not less then one or the other......anyway.....God Bless everyone but I would rather wait then make my own path and miss what God has for me.....

I pray that the Lord brings along the right mate,Amen

I receive it!...amen

Life isn't what you think or want, life is what God wants, because what he wants is what is best for you. Until you get the big picture God is showing you, you will never know the secret of making the right decision in life. In this case, delay is inevitable

amen!!!

Agree, we all have a purpose in The Lord. it is good to be in a yoke pulling in the same direction. Is it perfect? no - if we keep soft in The Lord, it will knock off a few ruff edges & we will radiant more of the aroma of God.