I did my Masters in Cultural Psychology, and what that means is: I’m not much fun at parties. Especially when people start talking about ‘culture’ like it’s a set thing and I bust in and explain that: “actually, culture is defined as any process by which we make meaning”. I know. I know. WTF does that mean. (and how do I have any friends).
Happy V-day, my loves!
I love today. I have always loved Valentines’ Day. Much thanks to my mom, dad, BFF Andrea for always making me feel so loved on this day. Because of them, I have always believed V day is for singles, as much as couples.
But I’ll tell you what, single people – more than we need to redeem Valentines’ day – we need to redeem love.
I have a friend who is working through the incredibly glorious and painful process of caring for a newly adopted daughter.
On the good days, she would tell you about the unspeakable joy that comes when the barriers of blood and DNA dissolve in the baptism of true family that comes through love. On the hard days, she has to endure the incredibly violating pain of watching this little human look at her and reject her love as insufficient because of that DNA. The oceans this mom has crossed, the scars she bears that declare her love and evidence her intention – all are dismissed as inadequate.
Guys, my pulse is racing as I type this. I am literally afraid to write the word sex.
No one talks to single women about sex. Maybe they’re scared that just saying the word ‘sex’ will cause singles everywhere to descend into a world of corruption? Or maybe it’s not just single women. Maybe none of us are talking about sex.
It just feels like we’re not supposed to say that word. Especially if we’re christian. And single. And women. (so I’m like a triple threat).
I don’t know. Here’s what I do know:
I would like a hug, please.
I am open to receiving said hug from one of three people: (1) Jesus (2) my dad (3) my husband.
Bad news for me: short of the return of Christ, I’m not gonna get a physical hug from any one of those three people today.
Longing for something is not automatically bad. Discontentment is what happens when that longing is so great that I begin to doubt the truth and turn to a savior other than Christ.