I realized that even if I were to find a wife, I have nobody to be my best man. I have nobody.

I talk with older saints on Sunday, but I don't have peers and I don't have my own people.

I've never had a girlfriend and I'm 28. I'm the rare man who, like Paul, could live a celibate life, so this isn't a complaint, just an observation.

I've been blessed in so many ways, but I feel like "what good is it without a squad and a godly lady to share it with?"

God gives us suffering so that we can bring glory to Him in the way that we deal with it: accepting that we deserve far worse, accepting that humans are impotent, and laying everything at his feet.

I realized this during a decade of physical illness and pain. What a blessing it is to follow in Job's footsteps in some small way.