Guest Post: How To Make Good Life Choices … Hi Friends! I am a current sophomore at Georgia College and State University where I study Outdoor Education in a small/random town in the middle of Georgia. I love to adventure, make people laugh, longboard, and most of all spend time with Jesus in the rawness and simplicity of the outdoors. If you were to ever want to find me, I'm probably either in the ice cream aisle at Walmart or the library (just kidding about that last one…I wish I studied more). In the future, I hope to work/start my own Outdoor Ministry for women! Facebook friend me because Im all about meeting new people! Oh and duh, I am a single Christian girl.
Hi Friends! My name is Beth Anne and I am a current sophomore at Georgia College and State University where I study Outdoor Education in a small/random town in the middle of Georgia. I love to adventure, make people laugh, longboard, and most of all spend time with Jesus in the rawness and simplicity of the outdoors. If you were to ever want to find me, I’m probably either in the ice cream aisle at Walmart or the library (just kidding about that last one…I wish I studied more). In the future, I hope to work/start my own Outdoor Ministry for women! Facebook friend me because Im all about meeting new people! Oh and duh, I am a single Christian girl.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about our intentions.

You know, why we do stuff.

On a day to day basis, how many decisions do we make?

A ton.

We make decisions about what we wear, what we eat, what we do, how we act. This is normal, right? Eve made decisions in the garden (some notably poor ones, but decisions non the less).

After a huge season of learning patience and having what looked like no summer plans, God totally answered my prayers and gave me two incredible job offers!  One in Colorado and one in Wisconsin.

Although I didn’t know much about either company, I did know that at one company I would get to work with mostly guys (who were older and probably very outdoorsy).  The other, would be a position where I would counsel and develop relationships with other college girls.  Both are super cool companies run by people who love Jesus.  Either choice would have led to an awesome summer.

Suffice it to say, I had an important decision to make.

So, naturally, I bought myself some Baskin Robbins ice cream and then sat down to make a pro/con list.

Guess what was at the top of my “pro” list?

“Working with cute boys”.

And guess what job I chose?

That one.

And do you know why I chose that particular job?

Because of that first bullet point.

I’m currently smacking myself in the forehead.

After making my decision, I called a couple of friends. As I was explaining my thinking process behind my job choice to one of my best friends, I found myself talking more about the job that I had turned down then the job I had chosen.

That night, I sat in bed looking at the old jobs website and picturing myself there instead of the job I chose. Clearly, I was uneasy.

The next morning, after some prayer, I changed to the other job. I’m confident in the decision that I made and I know that the Lord has great plans for me there!

So, our stories moral?

I made a really big life decision based mainly off the fact that I wanted to meet and work with cute boys all summer.

That seems silly, but thankfully, God changed my heart.

However, it got me thinking…how many decisions am I making solely to get attention from guys?

So many!

Even when I was deciding to write this blog post, I thought “maybe my future husband will read this article and fall in love with me and find me on Facebook and ask me out and we will get married”.


First of all, if a boy is reading articles off of a blog called Single Christian Girls, then I’m not totally sure he’s the one for me. Second of all, let’s talk about how quickly my mind jumped from nothing to marriage…

The conclusions girls jump to can be scary sometimes.

So I’m calling out to all my single sistas to say that it’s totally okay to want a boyfriend. And it’s probably even okay to make some decisions based off of wanting to be noticed by a special someone. But don’t be like me.  If you’re planning your life with the sole purpose of trying to meet your future husband, you might not make the best choices, and you’ll probably be let down.

What are your intentions even now?

It’s highly doubtful that you’ll find Mr. Right by stalking your crush and then “ending up” two tables away from him at lunch, hoping he’ll notice you (sadly, I’m speaking from experience here).

Trust God and make decisions based off of what YOU want rather than what someone else (a boy) may want.  It’s incredibly empowering.  Like choosing a summer job that will surround you with entirely girls and no potential husbands to be had.


To Tinder or Not To Tinder?

At this point it feels like I’ve dated every available guy at my church.

I’m pretty sure that’s not accurate, but since my supposed “Pastor” yelled, “run for your lives” or something similar to two incredibly attractive young men on Sunday, that I had not yet met, I’m pretty sure my feeling isn’t totally inaccurate.

Anyway, after getting kicked off of and finding out that eharmony is literally the dumbest dating website in the world (getting matched with someone who enjoys “live action role play” was a final straw) I thought my dating life had died a quick, yet incredibly painful death.

Yet, I noticed one of my girlfriends was going out on dates all the time.

Yes, she’s attractive. Yes, she’s confident. Yes, she’s gregarious. But even with all of those qualities she was going on an exorbitant amount of dates.

Like almost one a day.

With different people.


I wanted to know what she was doing and how she was doing it.

And then I heard that fated word:


I downloaded it, tried it for 10 minutes, and immediately felt like a terrible human being.

So I deleted it. Kind of.

Fast-forward 2 months later to a semi-theological discussion with friends, both for and against.

Basically the argument centered around “is it shallow?”

Heck yeah it is!

You’re making a two second judgment on a person, solely based on their looks.

So being the hypocrite that I am, I joined Tinder today.

This is honestly like throwing up the middle finger to Joshua Harris.

Not only am I not kissing dating goodbye, I’m giving it the Miley Cyrus version of a hello.

It just feels like all kinds of wrong.

However, since my last stint with eharmony resulted in getting matched with Mr. Live-Action-Role-Play I’ve come to terms with the fact that I just might need to be physically attracted to someone in order to date them . . .

And yet, I feel incredibly guilty about it.

I remember when I was in college, someone said that you should go out with a guy, even if you weren’t attracted to them, to give them confidence to ask more women out. I never really got that, but as a recovering legalist I did this a few times and then finally thought – wait, this seems dumb. Not only am I leading them on, but I’m also making a highly indebted college student pay for my meal.

Just all kinds of stupid.

So anyway, Tinder.

Is it wrong? Maybe.

But if it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.


Guest Post: My (Single) Life

First off, thank you, thank you, thank you!  Ladies, you’ve come out in droves to help me by guest posting during this busy season of life.

First up – Brittany.

Brittany Nicole

Brittany is a twenty-something navigating through life with God on her side. She doesn’t claim to have it figured out, but she does know she’s got great family and friends who love her anyway. Besides writing for fun, she enjoys baking and fishing.


Enjoy friends.

Friday, August 29, 2008

School started back up this week. And still no sign of my Prince Charming. Hmm. I didn’t even find a great guy to date over this summer like Sandy did in the movie “Grease.” I mean it would’ve been really fun to go to dinner dates, mini-golf, and go to see the fireworks on the Fourth of July with a guy. Instead, I went to see the fireworks with my parents. Real romantic, huh? Come to think of it, I really didn’t do much of anything this summer. Except, of course, work and take two college classes: Individual Speech and Composition II. Surprisingly, I survived my speech class. Ok, now back to my single life. Or, should I say my lack of love life? Either way I say it, I still don’t have a guy. Sigh. I guess I’d better get going now. I’ve got to get to my next class, Spanish I.  Adios!


Monday, September 1, 2008

My best friend from high school, Nicole, called me on Saturday. I missed her call, though, because I was at work. So when I called her back, she had to tell me all about her new amazing boyfriend. She went on and on about him. Then the conversation turned to me.

“So, are you seeing anyone?” she asked me. She already knew what I’d say.

“No,” I simply replied. I don’t even know why she bothers asking me.  Sometimes I think she just asks me that to rub it into my face. In school, she was always the beauty and I was the brain. I guess that’s how it still is now that we’re in college.

The thing about Nicole that most annoys me is when she mentions my lack of a boyfriend.  “You need to get yourself a guy,” she always tells me. She makes it seem as though finding a guy is as easy as going to the store to find one. I can picture myself in a grocery store, looking for the perfect one. I then walk up to one of the workers and ask, “Can you tell me which aisle I can find the tall, dark, and handsome guys?”

“Aisle five on the right side, next to the chocolate.”


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

I was on a website this past week that had a quote that read: “God is writing my love story. But sometimes I think he has writer’s block.” How true. That seems to relate to me! I do believe that God really does have someone picked out for me. But my problem is mostly the waiting part. I’d have to admit that I’m really not a patient person.


Saturday, November 15, 2008

I don’t even know where to begin. Lately, I’ve noticed that Blake has been talking to me a lot. He’s also a cashier at the local grocery store where we both work. I just figured he talked to me all the time because I’ve known him pretty much all my life since we’ve also gone to the same church since we were little. However, I may have been wrong.

Just the other day, he came through my line and bought a pop and some plain M&M’s. While he was talking to me and paying for his stuff, Austin, another guy who works with us, came over and began to talk. “Are you two going out or something?” he asked, looking at both of us.

That was probably the most awkward silence ever. I glanced over to Blake, but he didn’t say or do anything. So I said no. Then, after Blake left, I asked Austin why he thought Blake and I were going out. He said that he always sees Blake and me together talking. And that Blake was definitely my type. (Whatever that meant.)


Thursday, November 20, 2008

So every Tuesday, as usual, the schedule for the next week was posted for the following week. I hadn’t made it to the break room yet to check the schedule to make sure I’d have Thanksgiving Day off, since I had asked for it off about a month ago. Blake came up to me and said that he thought I had to work from 3-7 on Thanksgiving. I was really upset when he mentioned that, since I had specifically asked for it off so long ago. But then I got to thinking. How did Blake know that? Was he looking at the schedule posted on the wall to see what I’d be working, and if we’d be working together?

So the entire time that I was working, I was frustrated and upset that I’d have to work that day. I think Blake could tell I was upset, so he tried to cheer me up, but it didn’t really work. Then he tried to change the subject, talking about music. I learned that he listens to pretty much the same music as me.

Then out of nowhere, Blake said, “You know you’re really boring.”

“You think I’m boring? I’m at work, how am I supposed to be exciting?” I asked.

“Well, we should hang out sometime together,” he replied. Wow, if that was his way of asking me out, it sure wasn’t very good.  He started by calling me boring and then asked me to hang out with him. Why would he want to hang out with a “boring” person like me?

Once I got off of work, I headed straight to the break room to check my schedule. I couldn’t work on Thanksgiving. We always went to my Aunt Judy’s house for Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to spend my Thanksgiving at work, ringing up random food items like sweet potatoes and French fried onion toppers that people had forgotten for their casseroles. Fortunately, Blake was wrong about my scheduled time to work.  I’m actually only working on Tuesday and Saturday. What a relief!

On my way out of the store, I didn’t see Blake to tell him bye. So I continued out the door when I heard him say, “Hey, are you just gonna walk off without me? I didn’t take a break just so I could get off at the same time as you.”

“I suppose I’ll wait for you,” I teased back.

“Ya know what’s a highway crime?” he asked me as we walked to our vehicles. I noticed he parked his Chevy truck right next to my little car.

“What?” I asked, not knowing where he was going with this.

“That I don’t have your number.” I gave him my number and then he called my cell so that I’d have his number.  “Well, I guess I’ll see you on Saturday then, when we work together again.”

“Ok, see you later,” I said. I got into my car and started it up. He waited for me to drive ahead before he drove off. What a gentleman.


Saturday, December 6, 2008

It’s been just a couple of weeks since Blake spoke to me about us “hanging out” sometime. I had thought that meant that he was asking me out. But apparently I misunderstood him.

“Guess what,” he said.


“I went to a movie last night.”

“Cool. Which one? Did you go with anyone?”

“Yeah, I went with Sarah. It was a date.” That last sentence really threw me off. A date? Huh? He continued talking about the movie, but I really wasn’t paying attention. In fact, I don’t even remember what movie he told me that they saw. That last sentence kept replaying through my mind. I thought he was interested in me. I was wrong. And here I am, still single.


Friday, December 12, 2008

No tengo un novio. (I don’t have a boyfriend) That sentence is one of the few things that I can be sure to remember from my Spanish class. During our classroom time, the professor had us get into groups to speak in Spanish with each other. Since the curriculum used for the class was for college-aged students, many of the questions to discuss in Spanish related to dating, presuming that everyone had a boyfriend or girlfriend.

“No tengo un novio,” I always responded. One of the questions was about whether I received love letters on Valentine’s Day. I responded by saying no, and then my all-too familiar Spanish sentence. The only good thing about not having a boyfriend was the fact that in Spanish class, all I had to say was “No tengo un novio” when a question was asked of me. I didn’t have to respond to all of the questions of what my boyfriend’s favorite color was, his favorite food, and his description. I simply said “No tengo un novio.”


Saturday, February 14, 2009

It’s Valentine’s Day. Blah. Don’t worry, I’m not one of those crazies who throw the Single Awareness Day parties. But I do find this day as a good excuse to buy myself those really expensive chocolates. Then tomorrow, they will be like 75% off. There are perks to working at a grocery store, you know.

Obviously, I don’t ever receive flowers on this day. I used to in elementary and junior high. But those were always from my parents. Trust me, though, I definitely do like flowers. The other day, I was just glancing at a flower display at one of the local flower shops. This particular one had two red roses, two pink carnations and baby’s breath. The vase was the best part, though. It was a simple clear vase with a teddy bear wrapped around it, so it looked as though it was hugging it. I actually thought about buying it for myself, but that would be lame. Plus, I didn’t want to spend $35.


Sunday, February 15, 2009

I survived another Valentine’s Day by myself again. Now there’s only 364 days left until the next Valentine’s Day. Which leads me to another related topic. Actually, it may not seem very related, but by the way my brain works, it is connected.

Nuns. Don’t laugh. I was actually watching “The Sound of Music” last night by myself, on Valentine’s Day. I’m not really sure why it’d be on TV on Valentine’s Day, but that’s not the point. The fact is I’ve been thinking about what it takes to be a nun. I mean, really, with the way I’m going, there’s no potential guy in sight at all. So I might as well give up my ambitions to be a teacher and just become a nun. It would definitely save me mucho dinero. I wouldn’t have to spend all this time and money on becoming a teacher, when I could simply go the nun route.

So, I started doing some research. I went on Wikipedia, which I know, I know, isn’t always reliable, but I’m just trying to get the basic understanding first. To begin with, I’d enter a convent and go through about six to twelve months of testing the nun life. If they and I both agree that this if what I am to be, then it’s settled. I would go on living as a nun unofficially for one or two years. Then, would come my temporary vows, which last one to three years, which then finally leads up to a permanent vow.

Sounds simple enough. I mean, after watching those nuns sing on “The Sound of Music,” I was thinking I like to sing, too. I’m not in any choir or anything, but I do enjoy singing in my car while driving. The website also mentioned that nuns must be willing to serve the needy, sick, poor, and uneducated. I don’t have a problem with that, either.

However, I do have a problem with the nun wardrobe. I mean I do like black and white clothing. But that particular style just isn’t me. I’m more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl.

My biggest problem, though, is I’m not even Catholic. I don’t plan on converting. So, becoming a nun is really out of the question. I guess all I really can say is that my Prince Charming better get on his white horse quick, because this girl is getting impatient!

Sound of Music

Help a Sister Out.

As my mother says, I live in a world of superlatives.

I’m like a broken blender, I’m either high or off.

Like reading, I love to read, but if I’m reading I can’t just plod my way through a book.

I vividly remember buying the 4th Harry Potter book when I was in high school and reading the whole thing in one sitting.  Just FYI friends, that was J.K. Rowling’s first Harry Potter book that also doubled as a weapon. It was a full 14 hours of minimal eating, very few bathroom breaks, and I’m pretty sure I had some bedsores.

Speaking of, this comic makes me laugh way to hard.

Bunny Suicide

But that’s what brings us to today, and my explanation for why I haven’t written in a while.

I’m getting married.

Just kidding!

I LOL’ed when I wrote that.

No, I haven’t written in a while because I just have a lot on my plate.  It doesn’t really matter what it is, but its all stuff that I feel called to.

So that means minimal blogging.

Which is why, this is actually a call for help.


I’m opening up my blog – if you have a ton of experience, or no experience at all, I just need you.

I want to keep this bad boy going.

I don’t want my annoying schedule to get in the way.

So would you help me?

If you’re interested go to my contact me section, let me know what you want to write about, and we’ll make it happen.

Slight disclaimer: I try not to be too opinionated and I ALWAYS try to keep it light hearted – so try and keep those things in mind.  Otherwise, creative freedom people.

Also – you don’t have to be a SCG to write for me. I’m opening it up to guys, girls, grandmas and grandpas.  Just help a sister out.


You people are the best.



Naked and Unashamed: Women and the Evangelical Purity Movement


So first of all, this is really long. So you have to buckle down. One of my Facebook friends posted the shorter version of this woman’s thesis on her Facebook. I loved it. I don’t think that’s the way that EVERYONE felt about reading this article – in fact, if you look at the comments in her original posting, some are pretty negative. But, I’m all about walking into tense topics and having good discussions. The reality is, this conversation is something that makes me really uncomfortable. However, I’ve learned that if I want to grow, I have to walk into those uncomfortable spaces. Also – sorry for not having blogged in forever … praying through that too. You guys are still the greatest!


Originally posted on Naked and Unashamed:

Many of you are probably here because you read my article on  The Other Journal .  Several people requested to read the entire thesis, so I have posted it here for your reading pleasure/critical engagement.  Feel free to leave comments with your questions, thoughts, criticisms, etc.  I will continue to write my thoughts on the subject of purity culture and sexuality on this blog, so be sure to check back.  :)


Through much of its history, the Church has experienced an incredible amount of ambivalence about the body and sexuality. The body has been seen as the means to salvation, as well as a barrier to salvation, sometimes simultaneously, revealing deep confusion and a desire to understand how to think about and interact with our physical being. That ambivalence is seen quite clearly in how the Church has dealt with the bodies and sexuality of women in particular. The…

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Valentine’s DAY!!!


How’s everyone’s day going?




Somewhere far past ugly that took a turn through crap-town?

Clearly you haven’t been reading my blog!  We’ve been having so much fun!

I’m going to make things a little more serious.  No more Spotify Playlists, no more near death experiences that lead to marriage proposals, and we’re done with Tim Tebow.

Onto real life.

The Bachelor.

Just kidding, this is actually serious.  Sean Lowe’s Video for I Am Second came out on Wednesday, and it was so good!

Preach it brother.

It was the reason I spent some time this week trying to figure out how to apply to the bachelor.

Then I realized that I had recently hit my head and had a “whoa, Claire, let’s not do anything drastic,” moment of stop-being-stupid.

But anyway, I love this video.  I actually love most of the I Am Second videos, so if you have some time, play on their website for a bit.


From – watch the video by clicking the picture or putting this link into your browser!