We can blame circumstance, other people, God, and ourselves, but sometimes we are just avoiding the fact that we're in the messy middle and that things need time to take shape. We need time to take shape. We need to be transformed, and if we embrace the process, we can be.
And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren.
Jesus wasn't excepting nor wanting me to be perfect in the way I thought of perfect. My version of perfection is a pedestal, a level that no one can reach where their body is impeccable, their academic record is flawless, and their personal life is unblemished. But Jesus Himself was battered and bruised, considered stupid by the religious leaders of the day, and had drama in His personal life.
We are truly, as Mat Kearney sings, one phone call, one text, one new devastating piece of information away from our knees.
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.
Instead of requiring high school students to read The Diary of Anne Frank, the United States could have served as asylum for her. Are we denying asylum to the Syrian Anne Frank?
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.