There's still time. It's not too late.

Recently, my Facebook feed has been flooded with people having babies. It is so heart warming to see the first photos of these tiny creatures. A number of the mothers are older than I am. This gives me hope.

As the calendar months flip, the hope of ever recovering continues to slip from my grasp. I know God can heal me at any time, but as I age, the hope of ever meeting prince charming and being able to start a family grows dim.

There are a number of issues impeding my search for Mr. Right. First, the places I frequent are emergency departments (ED) and doctors' offices. I suppose I could meet someone here, but usually I am sick when in the ED and at the doctor's office. I am not exactly in the mood for finding a husband when visiting medical facilities.

Second, I have major health issues. Who wants the burden of caring for someone from the very start of a relationship? Moreover, my medical bills are massive. I would never want to impose this financial strain on anyone (unless he is extremely wealthy and forking out a million dollars a year to charity is pocket change to him).

Another stumbling block is I lack boyfriend experience. Yes, that is right. This girl has never held a boy's hand or been kissed. Several weeks ago a man on my YouTube channel told me I was pretty. That made me blush because I think it is the first time a male has ever told me that. With all that said, even if I did meet my prince, I would be reluctant to accept an invitation to go on a date because I lack experience in boy/girl relationships.

But as I see these new mothers who are older than me have children, a little bit of hope renews. There is still time. There is still time to recover. There is still time to meet a husband. There is still time to start a family.