![]() We could go on playing that game for hours (my freedom can be accompanied by loneliness, their joy in their family can be tempered by exhaustion, and on and on and on). ![]() When married acquaintances envy me my freedom or my opportunities, I’m tempted to remind them of all they have that I have good reason to envy. It’s also full of hard moments-days when baby after baby after adorable baby scrolls by in my Facebook feed nights when I ask God why my prayers for marriage were never answered.īut it doesn’t do, I’ve found, to dwell too long on how much greener the grass looks in that yard over there. My life is full of moments like these: little moments that give me unspeakable joy and satisfaction. I’m not supposed to be able to imagine perfect happiness in my present state, let alone experience it. According to many Christians I know, you see, my life as a single person is far from complete. And yet, I still find so many joys in it.Īnd the thought strikes me, out of nowhere, that I can’t imagine being any happier than I am right this minute. ![]() But it’s so funny, in that nonchalantly over-the-top Dickens way, that I laugh out loud. I come to a particular passage-nothing wonderful or magnificent, just a couple of sentences in a silly little story he’s telling about sailing from England to France. It’s late at night, and I’m reading in bed-Charles Dickens’s The Uncommercial Traveller, which is so good that I’ve been staving off sleep much longer than I should have. ![]()
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