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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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Fixing the single problem.


I’m dating when I sit across from her at lunch and tell her I just need to find someone for her.

“Why?” she asks.

And it’s a fair question.

Someone else makes an off-handed comment in the middle of the kitchen one day--and I remember it. “People always ask me if I’m dating, but they never ask me if I’m happy,” she says.

If the world has made life about fulfilling romantic desires, the church has made it about gaining marital status.

When I’m single again, at least two people in one week tell me I should get a dating app.

Someone else reassures me it’s okay that I’m not married yet.

Did I say I was concerned?

I start to wonder if I’m wrong to enjoy singleness.

I get home from work, sit at the table with a book, a plate of dinner and a glass of wine, the whirr of the air conditioner in the background. And I wonder how much longer this quiet life will last.

I wake in the morning to birds singing outside my bedroom window and open my Bible, penning thoughts beside a well-loved passage and looking up Greek words and timelines. I pray for my friend’s hectic morning; she’ll wake to busy little feet, scratched knees and hungry tummies.

She tells me how people look at her strange when she says she stays at home with her kids.

Aren’t we both finding our way in this life?

One family.

People always ask me if I’m dating, but they never ask…

They never just ask.

How is your wonderful, difficult, complicated life this week?

I watch the way she lives: wanting to date, but happy to not. To think I almost tried to “fix” her.

Do we keep missing out because we see a single person as a problem to be solved?

Was Jesus?





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