So, I liked a boy. Like liked a boy. For nearly ten months. So this post is about that, and hopefully it’s helpful to some of you. This’ll be a bit of a series; I guess we’ll see what God does.
Full disclosure, this feels very, very difficult to share on the internet, but here we are.
He’s from my church here in Texas, one of the church-planters who uprooted their lives to tell people in Texas about Jesus. I started noticing that I noticed him July 4, 2019. All the college age small groups were going out to watch fireworks together (remember when we did things like that? Before Covid?). I’d been feeling really curious about him, so I approached him as subtly as I could and struck up a conversation.
Things went downhill from there in the following weeks and months. I liked this kid, and I had it bad.
I was soooo drawn to him, noticing (what felt like) everything—the way he’d pray, so full of faith and zeal. The way he would throw everything he was into worshipping God. The way he didn’t flirt with girls. The way he was wild. The way he was intentional with people who visited our church. The way he did anything Jesus asked of him 2300%.
I don’t know what a crush is like for you, but let me tell you what it’s like for me (trust me, this is going somewhere helpful, but it seems necessary to tell more of this story).
I would go to coffee shops and get a flutter in my stomach hoping and dreading accidentally running into him. Whenever his name came up in a conversation, my attention was jerked there like I was on a string. Every Sunday I noticed where he was in the lobby before church started.
My mind spun scenarios where I’d do or say something Really Freaking Amazing and he’d notice me. I wanted to be beautiful and mysterious and impressive and aloof and vulnerable all at the same time. I thought of a bunch of questions I wanted to ask him. I wondered what it would be like if he liked me too and we were to date.
I liked this guy for ten months, and by the grace of God, I am not the same now as I was on July 4, 2019, when I was beginning to get all infatuated. Jesus taught me so much through this season, and I’ve felt pressed to share it—starting with the things I felt silly for feeling and doing and thinking.
I was embarrassed.
This one probably won’t be universal, but I was so embarrassed that I liked him. Not because of anything in him (to this day, my vision no longer colored in roses, I hold to the fact that this dude is pretty freaking amazing).
Maybe I felt embarrassed because of the single Christian girl culture I know (i.e. that you’re either immature and boy crazy or you’re mature and thoughts of boys never enter your head ever). To me it felt like if I liked someone, I must not be satisfied in God or content in the singleness he’s given me. It felt foolish and immature to like a boy.
In my head I had built up this image of what a single girl should look like chasing after Jesus. Her head wouldn’t be turned by anything so petty as a boy. Her heart was given over to Jesus forever and always. She didn’t daydream about a boy; at worst she considered the necessary details of life; at best she ruminated on the rich things of God. Her singleness never felt hard. She was too mature to notice a guy’s haircut. She was too mature to be distracted by a guy nodding along to excellent points in a Bible teaching. She was too mature, too strong, too pre-occupied with the things of God to notice anyone of the opposite gender. Blah, blah, blah.
I was also embarrassed because it felt like incredible weakness to have affections stirring in me that were not returned. It felt shameful and wasteful (yeah, we’re going to have to talk about 1) why I didn’t try to make anything happen with him and 2) why I want to date as few guys as possible before getting married [if marriage is something Jesus has for me]).
All this to say and show that I was under a lot of lies, because that’s what all those fears were—lies.
The truth I learned:
It’s actually natural, healthy, and not at all immature to have a crush. And that it’s actually very necessary to think and pray about a crush a lot because how else are you supposed to seek God’s face on what
- could be nothing or
- also could become the most life-defining relationship you will have with another human.
For some, this may seem obvious. It wasn’t obvious to me. I felt like I must be idolizing a relationship if I was distracted and actually having to sort through my affections and attractions. I felt like I must be All Out Boy CrazyTM because I was crushing on some super amazing, faithful, faith-filled dude from church.
Anyway, that’s the start of the story and all the good things Jesus reworked in my heart over those ten months. I want to share a lot more on Penprints about this because there’s so much it would have been so good for me to know sooner but I either didn’t think to ask about or felt too embarrassed to ask about (embarrassment will be a running theme).
Other things we’re going to get into:
- why I didn’t try to get him to notice me/like me
- what it was like laying down desire to know him and be known by him at the feet of Jesus… and then pick it up again… and then lay it down again
- remaining focused on Jesus and his mission while feeling distracted
- how the crush finally (finally) went away
- truly trusting Jesus
- general holiness
- miscellaneous other things (like other fears that came up [including but not limited to body image, who he liked, etc.], being humbled, locking down my daydreams, etc.)
Don’t expect these posts in any particular order! We’ll just take ‘em as they come. I’m praying that it will be helpful for other single people to hear about the season that Jesus made so helpful for me.
p.s. – tbh, this whole thing feels like my much less explicit version of The Reynolds Pamphlet from Hamilton. I definitely have a lot to learn about humility if this post feels like ruining my own life. Yikes. *awkward thumbs up*
p.p.s. – if anything I shared is confusing, leave a question in the comments or contact me directly! <3
Oh, girl. You already know how much I needed this. I’m so excited for this series! Thank you for being willing to share your natural experiences that are not shameful vs bad habits that should be curbed. You’re brave and you’re beautiful, Rosalie! 💜
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Oh, how perfect is this timing?! I am excited to see where this goes, because I really needed it, and it’s amazing how a lot of the thoughts already echoed with what I’ve been formulating. I’m so excited to read what you’ve learned and the wisdom you’ve gained.
<3 A Girl From Canada
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This is perfect. I relate to everything you said in this post. Looking forward to the other posts. <3
I wish this post had been around when I was younger! (And the continuing series) :) I had a crush on a guy for 7 years and then God told me no. I dealt with a lot of the same things you were dealing with except for a much longer period of time. Thank you for writing!
I NEEDED THIS. And YES, there is SUCH a stigma in the Christian girl culture about being either married, boy crazy, or single and content. (Plus, I feel like we as a culture don’t talk enough about crushes?? Which are kind of defining for us as humans and our walk with God and personal development??) I CAN’T WAIT to read more posts in this series, Rosalie! ❤
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Very interesting and cleverly written. I’m curious to see the rest.
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I look forward to these. I relate on a serious level, friend, and I’ll be praying for you to have discernment in how you share this vulnerable stuff.
Thank you, Heidi! 🧡🧡🧡
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Girl, YES!!! So much YES!! I completely resonate with the whole “feeling embarrassed bit” and you put the reason behind the feeling into words and I’m grateful. Thanks muchly for sharing your soul with Courage and humour :)