I love celebrating my friends and family. I love congratulating those I love on the milestones they are experiencing. Yet I also love not to eating Ramen noodles.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
Thanks, Bachelorette, of all the things possible for re-teaching me that how I act as a single person is important for my marriage.
It's not for the gaping wound of pride but for the small cuts and scrapes of pride that I need to have regular check-ups with the Divine Physician.
"The task of medicine is to care even when it cannot cure."
Unfortunately, most of the pressure to measure my success by my romantic relationships comes from within Christian circles. We have unwittingly adopted a theology of prosperity when truly our collective Christian creeds teach a theology of accompaniment.
I don't feel like I have enough as it is, so how the heck am I supposed to tithe?