http://sheppsnsk.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/sad-man.jpg Today I was driving home from a date that I had with my fiancee with the tears in my eyes. It's been not even four months that we are officially dating from a time when she said yes. The tears that filled my eyes were not the tear of happiness or satisfaction that I am dating this beautiful gorgeous godly loving girl. But a tears of guild and shame for the conclusions that I came when I was still single. I was remembering my single life, the moments when I was in my deepest pain, thinking that there would be little chance for me to love someone and be loved by someone. I am twenty six now, and most of my friends are married. I've gain new friends (to my advantage) but their are five to six year younger by me, but still friends—I was able to develop a good and solid biblical relationship with them. But still, I was different then they. What I mean is that I was older, and that puts me in a spotlight for a dis