I'm sorry I underestimated you. And I'm sorry I've never truly been as impressed as I should have been. Yes, some of us have it easier than others. But the truth is, parenting can make you feel like the newest character on Looney Tunes. One minute it's all "Let's have another!" And the next it's "How is it possible to be angry at a 5-week-old?"
In moments of weakness, things that are comfortable and familiar seem bigger than they should and I begin feeling entitled to things. (Cue every lie possible.) It clouds my eternal mindset and the reasons the Lord called us to this city. Everything I get upset about has one common denominator: MY comforts, MY desires and ME.
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.