A few years ago, I made a promise to myself.
The next woman I dated would have to be marriage material or I wouldn’t date at all.
No more chasing lust. No more relationships built on temporary desire.
Back in 2017, I wrote a list of the qualities I wanted in a woman.
A few months before I met my soon to be bride, I updated the list, and added this caveat:
If I ever marry, I want to be baptized first.
For me, baptism isn’t just symbolic, or a public declaration of my internal faith, it’s also a reset. It washes away the past, specifically with other women, the mistakes, the selfishness, the patterns that kept me stuck.
This Sunday, I’ll make that public declaration.
A fresh start in love, and life.