SINGLE...on purpose!?!?

Ok so Im 25, turning 26 this year and at new years 09/10 I was in worship and felt God speak to me about being single for the year "on purpose/with purpose". I was like "what! are you crazy! and of course..."not again!?!"
He has asked me to be single for a whole year before, when I did it really grew me spiritually and emotionally then so I figured it would be the same this time. Man did my age play in my mind and the lies that this world sends you though! "Your too old", "you NEED a man", "its not normal to be single at this age", "all your friends are finding people and getting married", "you will never have anyone if YOU dont look" etc... I did argue a bit with God but felt so drawn to doing this FOR ME and here are a couple of reasons why...
1) My parents are divorced and my relationship with my Dad has never been that strong since then. God has been doing things to make it better and part of that is getting me to understand how I view men and how I SHOULD view men...
2) Most of the men in my life have always had a problem with taking responsibility and have some how hurt me. Weither because of unfair expectation I have put on them or that they were just not right for me to be emotionally involved with at the time (if ever).
3) In Feb 09 I broke up with a guy that I had been dating for 10 months. We were both in such different places and growing and maturing at such different rates. I had poured out so much of myself into this relationship that I had lost a little of who I was. I needed to gain ME back again.
So.....I am on a journey...a single one...to find out more of who I am in Christ and get myself and my thinking sorted :) I mean men have no chance if I think they are all the same huh?
One thing Jesus has been asking me to do is to allow myself to be "Romanced" by Him.
Ive been trying it out and the results have been awesome!
I thought I would blog about them so feel free to join me in my journey as I a 25 year Old Single Christian Female fall more in Love with Jesus...happy reading