There is much emphasis these days on our stories, on MY story: My experiences, my development, my insights, my suffering, how I navigate and grow through my circumstances, how I live and face the ups and downs of life. Cyberspace is crowded with blogs about “me” and “my.” Knowledge of ourselves and our ability to own our stories is critical to our understanding and our growth in wisdom. Where we’ve come from unquestionably shapes where we are and where we are going.
I have to be honest; I cringe a little every time I hear those who are without a romantic counterpart referred to as “A Single.” Talk about putting a label on someone. I don’t want to be referred to as “A Married” so I can imagine the desire not to be pigeon holed goes both ways. I’m more than just “A Married;” I’m a whole person made as an individual by the Creator of the universe. I am married, that is a fact, but it doesn’t define who I am.
We treat singleness as if it’s this horrible haircut that no body wants but somehow your hairstylist continues to give you the wrong cut over and over again – and everyone sees it and knows it. You’re single and it needs to be fixed.
We laugh. We mourn. We struggle. We suffer. We rejoice. We love. We get angry. We survive. We seek help. We pray. We fail. We triumph . . . all in a days work of parenting.
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We don’t know how to rest. We are not trained, nor do we teach people how to create a healthy rhythm of rest. There’s also no easy formula to rest either. When we fail to rest we are pushing God aside and saying, “No, I got this.” When I don’t rest and keep going on with life I am acting as if I am lord of the universe.