Author: Ashley Tripp

6 Motivational Marriage Quotes for Singles

Confidence mixed with caution, I held my bouquet like it was my job. Shoulders back, chin lifted and core tight, my Carolina blue dress rhythmically swayed to the dancing breeze of the music. Hidden behind my confident stride was a cautious fear of rolling my ankle. Well aware that wedges and nature do not mix, I shifted my gaze every so often from the wedding guests to the countless acorns, sticks, and rocks in the grass. (The squirrels forgot to remove them prior to the outdoor ceremony.) Ashley Tripp was NOT about to “trip” down the aisle. Once I successfully made it to my designated spot, I silently shouted a congratulations speech to myself, wondering if the wedding guests could read “First Time Bridesmaid” written on my forehead. Don’t lock your legs, Ash, and for goodness sakes, don’t pass out. Standing side-by-side with my fellow bridesmaids, my perspective allowed me to see every expression on the groom’s face. His infectious laughter, honest tears and assertive vows exuded passion. I prayed silently, interlacing my fingers on the stems of the bouquet. I cried out to God in three simple words: “I want this.” …

Loving Someone Who Doesn’t Love Jesus

By: Charlie* It’s a steady stinging sensation that I have felt 50 times before, but this time it’s more. It’s more painful. It’s lasting longer, darker; and somehow filled with more hope than the other times. There had been talk of a ring. Like, THE ring. We were going to have this perfect life together. And yet I could feel my heart craving something, quietly at first and then reaching a crescendo that I couldn’t ignore. I loved this one. I mean, I wasn’t in love, but I did love him. Still do. So why does God not want me to be with him? Why don’t I get to keep this one? Why is my heart more broken and crushed by this one than all the others? Why won’t God just perform a miracle and make him love Jesus? It’s been a little over a week since I obeyed God and ended a relationship with someone so very special to me. And coincidentally, it’s also been that long since I have been able to go more …

What Does it Look Like to Make the Most of Your Season of Singleness?

Arms stretched across the chair, I practiced my James Bond-ish move as an excuse to secretly glance over at the guy on my right. I took another sip of my coffee and looked ever so slightly to my left. Turns out, the only people sitting at the coffee bar beside me were all married men. Ladies, has it really come down to this? If I notice an attractive guy in public, why do I instinctively turn my attention toward their left hand? Reiterating from my previous post, at one point in our lives, we were ALL single. And then something happened. Maybe it was during college or later in your twenties or thirties when, one by one, all of your friends shifted from the shallow end of the single pool to the deep end of dating and eventually became engaged, married, and started families of their own. And if you know anything about the south, especially at the University of Alabama, there’s this fantasy of finding your husband in college and having your name plastered on a banner outside your sorority house announcing your engagement. A …

How the 5 Emotions from Disney Pixar’s”Inside Out” Relates to Our Sins

We desire to be desired. We want to be wanted. We long to be longed. …especially as a single girl. And when we choose not to believe God fulfills all of those things, we take matters into our own hands. I am guilty Ashamed of what I’ve done, what I’ve become These hands are dirty I dare not lift them up to the Holy one There are seasons where I can go weeks, even months without succumbing to my struggles. But then there are seasons where I struggle not going a day without falling into the den of lions. 1. Fear Now normally guilt surfaces in the pit of my stomach when I know I’ve disobeyed God, like a dog who’s been caught shredding the toilet paper. Tail between my legs, I try to cover up the obvious paper trail. 2. Disgust However, If I’m being honest, sometimes I don’t automatically ask my Father for forgiveness of my sins. My apathetic heart turns to stone. I talk myself out of feeling shameful by justifying my actions. The voices inside my head reason, “It’s no big …

6 Steps to Surviving the Friend Zone: As told by ‘She’s the Man’

Having a crush is like a math equation. Problematic, even. 1 x 1= 1 Boy likes girl x girl likes boy= Both agree they like each other. (-1) x (-1)= 1 Boy doesn’t like girl x girl doesn’t like boy= Both agree they don’t like each other. 1 x (-1)= (-1) Girl likes boy x boy doesn’t like girl (vice versa)= Someone ends up disappointed. It wasn’t until after I hit “publish” on the previous post that I realized just how vulnerable it was for me to confess my feelings toward my crush. It hadn’t occurred to me that he might not feel the same way and that I would end up disappointed. But that’s exactly what happened. When I found out he was talking to another girl, I was obviously disappointed. I found myself falling into the pity party of comparison. I started questioning my worth: What’s wrong with me? Am I not his type? Am I not funny enough? Am I not adventurous enough? Am I not WOW enough? I tell myself that my worth should be found in Christ and not what …

Expectation v. Reality

Legs too short to tap my toes on the carpet, my feet rhythmically swayed mid-air to the beat of the music. Not only did I need a melody of escape, but a place to take captive my thoughts. As I sat on the big comfy couch at Chattahoochee Coffee Company, my thoughts became distracted as soon as these two tall twenty-somethings sat next to me, which by the way, looked like they had just stepped out of an REI catalog. Suddenly I became more aware of my lack of care in getting ready for the day. But at the same time, I didn’t mind the “no make-up, messy hair, glasses, Patagonia pull-over, leggings, sneakers, wool socks, coffee breath” look. http://data.whicdn.com/images/24415877/large.gif Focus Ashley. So for the past two years, I’ve realized my over-thinking and over-analyzing thoughts can be harmful to my health. Expectations are either met, exceeded or deflated. And it’s especially in those situations of over-thinking when my expectations don’t align with reality. Remember the scene in 500 Days of Summer when Tom gets invited to Summer’s party? Split down the center of the screen, the left side …

Karly’s Story: Relying on the Holy Spirit in Her Singleness

By Kary Petrella Hey, I’m Karly. Lover of Jesus Extreme extrovert Obnoxious laughter Single since ’91 That last description is a label I’ve never been proud of, nor a label I’ve been comfortable in sharing with others. As a result, I turned my years of singleness into a joke so that people wouldn’t know, that in reality, my singleness was no laughing matter to me. As a result, I’ve let my singleness creep in to the depths of my heart and make me question my worth. I’ve let lies sneak in: there’s something wrong with me I’m not pretty enough I’m not approachable I need to put myself out there and look available I intimidate guys I’m not good enough All of these lies have distorted my good, God-honoring desire for a relationship. “I feel like crap,” I said to my friends. “I’m annoyed that I can’t just be satisfied in Christ. I’m annoyed that I want attention and affection from a guy to feel worth. Why can’t I just be content in Christ and be content in my singleness?” However, two of …

5 Truths About (Emotional) Dating

“1, 2… 1, 2, 3, 4!” Waking up to Raspberry Beret,  I extended my hand over to my flip phone jamming out on my desk and turned off its alarm before Prince had the chance to tell me he was working part-time in a five-and-dime. My eyes, halfway open, suddenly lit up as I noticed a text message flashing across my screen: Well, shoot. Is that not just the sweetest little text from my boyfriend? Oh, wait… Just kidding. He’s not actually my boyfriend. Emotional Dating: (in my own words) when a girl is emotionally and romantically attached to a guy without ever actually dating him, vice versa. Story of my life.  From high school jocks to southern fraternity guys, I always had someone whom I was “talking to” or “texting.” And even though these guys I texted in college treated me like their girlfriend, I never heard the words, “Will you go on a date with me?” or “Will you be my girlfriend?” Sounds like the beginning stages of a dating relationship, though, right? Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. …

Why Dictionary’s Definition of ‘Single’ Does Not Define Our Worth.

Single: (adjective) only one in number; one only; unique; sole of, relating to, or suitable for one person only solitary or sole; lone unmarried or not in a romantic relationship pertaining to the unmarried state of or noting a parent who brings up a child or children alone, without a partner. of one against one, as combat or fight. Apparently, Dictionary.com only sees the negative connotations of the word “single.” But there is one word that sticks out to me that doesn’t quite seem to match the rest of its seven descriptions: unique Single or in a relationship, we are all unique. And that uniqueness flows from our Creator. So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created him. Genesis 1:27 God created each and every single one of us uniquely. He fashioned the freckles on my arms, the blue hue in my eyes, and the brunette strands brushing across my forehead. He composed my personality type, the sound of my laughter, and the very breath I breathe. God …

Middle School Crush

Before the days of texting, Facebook stalking, Tweeting, Snapchatting, double-tapping, and proudly displaying a Top 8 on Myspace, us 90s kids had either MSN Messenger or AIM (AOL Instant Messenger). Signing on to AIM, my heart skipped a beat when I saw my crush’s familiar ScreenName at the top of my “Buddy List.” To message him or to not message him? That was the question. But then I lost all hope when his allusive “Away Message” popped up saying he’ll “BRB.” Maybe I’ll just try again same time tomorrow? (Because talking to my crush face-to-face never occurred to me in middle school). Before it was possible to Facebook stalk that cute guy from gym class, us 90s kids had to find out his current relationship status through the gym locker room gossip. And as soon as I found out my crush was single, I just had to let him know I was interested. After school, I hurriedly dropped my bookbag, grabbed a handful of Oreos, and signed on to AIM. I waited… and waited… and waited until my crush logged-on. Pathetic, but true. One word: …