It’s March already?! It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating your Son’s birthday.
It seems as if the older I get the faster time flies—as if we’re picking up speed the closer we get to the finish line.
Since I’ve been gone in Seattle for more than a week for work, my blog clearly showed the effects of my busyness. In my efforts to juggle so many things in seemingly so little time, I always end up dropping at least one ball somewhere (at least I’m not juggling chainsaws).
While at this work conference, there were hundreds of tables where people from schools or literary journals had fun and interesting freebies. My coworkers stumbled upon a table that gave away tarot card readings. Of course I don’t believe in it, but I was on a mission to get as many awesome freebies as possible.
I walked up to the table and picked this card:
The guy at the table stared at it for 15 seconds and declared:
“Clearly, this is a man trying to give a boar a haircut.”
Clearly, this tarot card reading was directly applicable to my life.
I felt the excitement go out of me like helium from a popped balloon.
He went on to say: “This man is trying to do the impossible. You have to allow yourself to be realistic. Sometimes you can’t do everything. Don’t try to do the impossible. Sometimes, the boar doesn’t need a haircut.”
Even though this guy made up all this stuff up on the spot, it reminded me that I can’t do everything.
Clearly, I need help.
For all the things I need to do and can’t avoid, for all the balls I need to keep juggling, I’m thankful You give me the strength to accomplish it all when I focus on You (Philippians 4:13).
And then sometimes, there are those balls that can and should be dropped. Sometimes I try to tackle the impossible, when it’s not in Your best for me. Thanks for giving me discernment to drop the ball.
Because sometimes, the boar doesn’t need a haircut.
Upon turning 22, my friend declared that “22 is halfway to 44 which is halfway to 88 which means you are halfway dead.”
(We are clearly no longer friends.)
Birthdays are kind of like New Year’s—they make you reflect on where you’ve been and where you’re going. You’re another year older. And another year closer to 88.
On the day of my 28th birthday, I couldn’t help but compare myself to those I love and admire more than anyone else in the world: my parents. I think about where they were at 28. And at this age my mother was married for 6 years with a two-year-old and another on the way.
If my life was supposed to follow those breadcrumbs, the birds clearly had a 28-year feast and unknowingly I stumbled upon the long, scenic route up the side of a steep mountain.
While I would be blessed if I had even 1/100 of the character my mother has, my life has not followed her blueprint.
I ain’t my Momma.
Chatting with another single friend the other day, I decided expectations for young adults are like kitchen cleaners under the sink to little kids. It’s just not fair that the blue stuff that looks like a huge jug of blue raspberry Kool-Aid is locked away behind childproof cabinets—seemingly unattainable. But here’s the thing: turns out that stuff may not be the best for us anyway.
My life and the lives of my single friends are not the lives of our parents. But our lives aren’t wrong. They’re different.
I’m single. I’m living on my own. I’m pursuing my passion for writing. I’m really great at making cereal for dinner.
I can’t help but compare myself to those I love most—and I pray that I have even a fraction of the love, faith, and character that my parents do. But I know You have different plans for me than you had for my father and mother.
I ain’t my Momma.
Well, 28 years ago today you decided to have me pop out into the world on a cold foggy day with my umbilical cord wrapped around my neck and my weight matching that of a popular convenient store chain.
I’d like to first give You a special shout out for creating me even before my parents did. You knew the plans You had for me even before my parents knew my gender. You knew how many hairs were going to be on my head even before the “no that’s not a perm that’s her natural hair” afro phase.
But I’d really like to thank you for blessing me by bringing me into an amazing earthly family. For parents whose love rivals the depth of Loch Ness. For a mother whose warmth is greater than the Sahara. For a father whose humor is better than any late night with Jimmy Fallon. For parents who have shown me unconditional love. For a mother and father whose kindness, thoughtfulness, compassion, encouragement, support, and guidance has helped form who I am today. For parents who lovingly guided and instructed me on a path to You.
My heart swells with love for them like a balloon to the point of bursting.
Thank you for blessing me with parents who reflect in real and tangible ways the characteristics of You.
It’s February 14.
You know what that means:
It means we should be celebrating our singleness!
Instead of lamenting what day February 14 is, let’s look at 14 reasons why it’s great to be single!
1. Forget what everyone else is doing: you can do your own thang. (Whenever, wherever.)
2. You make up your own food pyramid for dinner.
3. There’s plenty of time to spend with your girlfriends.
4. Being able to sleep through the night without any interruptions.
5. You can focus on pursuing your passions.
6. Shaving your legs is not necessary.
7. You can pick up and go anywhere without any strings attached.
8. Because all your eHarmony matches look like this guy:
9. You can keep your apartment just the way you like it.
10. You don’t have to spilt your holidays with anyone but your own family.
11. You can bless others by serving them with your time, gifts, and resources.
12. The television remote is all yours.
13. You know nothing is wrong with you. You are confident in who God created you to be. And you aren’t afraid to show it.
14. Because you have an unprecedented amount of time to be fully devoted to God right here, right now.
Like the president of Russia deeming the Olympic ceremonies open, I deem singleness the new black.
Because let’s face it: singleness is like glitter at a crafts table.
Now more than ever, people are getting married later in life. Now more than ever, articles about singleness are spreading like the bubonic plague. Now more than ever, singleness isn’t a curse. It’s OK.
And dare I say it, it’s COOL.
Sure, there are a host of reasons why our culture is seeing a plethora of singles: couples are already cohabitating, marriage isn’t viewed as necessary anymore, college grads are crippled by student loans, etc. But there are a host of different reasons You love singleness: we have unprecedented amounts of time to serve You in ways you created us uniquely for right now.
While our culture may view singleness as cool in their own eyes, I see singleness as cool from Your eyes.
I’m sensing a Paul revival a la 1 Corinthians 7:34-35 in light of 7:8:
Singleness: it’s all good.
Your happily single child,
You know what day Friday is.
A day heralded by chubby babies with wings bearing candy in the shape of hearts and showering red roses by the dozens.
But we don’t have to talk about V-day (dare I say the whole word?!) in hushed (bitter) tones. Friday doesn’t have to be depressing.
What if we celebrated our singleness instead of wallowing in it?
So I’d like to hear what you ENJOY about being single. Share and leave a reason or two why it’s great to be single by leaving a comment below. And check back Friday to see what I’ve come up with from your comments! 🙂