Maybe it was the parents that told me I could never really do my job with college students well because I didn’t have children of my own.
Maybe it was the never-ending musical chairs as I’d rearrange myself at dinner tables to avoid splitting up any newlywed couples.
Maybe it was the friend who said, “You’re just not in my orbit anymore,” when we discussed the change in our friendship as she began a new relationship.
Or maybe it was the discontent inside my own head and heart that caused me to turn anyone and everyone who had what I wanted into the enemy.
Read the rest of my thoughts on singleness and community over at the smitten word…
Suzannah and I met a lifetime ago as counselors at summer camp and bonded over campfires and Club. She now calls that summer camp home and raises children and chickens, while writing beautiful stories of grace and redemption at the smitten word. She’s graciously allowed me to write over on her site today, and I’d love it if you’d click on over to read and leave some love on her site–it’s scary to put this stuff out there!
