We are fasting and praying again this Monday for God to work change in us, work change in men, and give the gift of marriage.
One of the blogs I follow is Sara Hagerty’s Every Bitter Thing is Sweet. I love her heart for God, her honest grapplings with the struggles of life, and her amazing story of adopting 4 children: 2 from Ethiopia and 2 from Uganda. She knows the pain of wondering when or if the expected next chapter of life (whether that is marriage or motherhood or a new career) will start.
Friday a guest blogger on Sara’s site, Judy Lewis, posted her story of grappling with the confusion and disappointment of prolonged singleness. It was a great post, and encouraging in particular for those for whom Mother’s Day is hard. So, I wanted to link our blog with Every Bitter Thing is Sweet this Sunday. Enjoy!
As the years without a husband and children continued to beat by, I ached. At 35, I raged. Come 40, I just got sad. Tick, tock, tick, tock—the rhythm of timeescorted me further from a woman’s greatest calling. Wasn’t I created to be a husband’s helper? A child’s shelter? Who would I help and shelter alone in my apartment?
In church I noticed that the key efforts centered around moms with school-age children and married couples. Most sermons and Sunday school classes paid detailed attention to these partial demographics. I felt left out. And I felt confused.
In my span of girlfriends young and old, I began to wonder about a woman’s “helpfulness”. My mom friends, especially with young children, did not seem to be relishing their “greatest calling.” And my widow and older friends were no longer in the 24/7 helper role. What’s wrong with this picture? I asked.
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