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“I can’t find any mature men to date.” All too often, this is what I hear from women – especially Christian women. They bemoan the fact that every man they know is not mature enough (or the mature ones are all taken). Well, here’s what I think: the mature man is difficult to find because the mature man is a myth. He does not exist.
My parents-in-law are in town from Toronto, visiting us for 10 days. It’s great to have them with us because we only see them once or twice a year (not counting Skype video calls). Do you know the best thing about them being here?
Today marks 10 years of me being a blogger. I find it hard to believe. I have changed a lot in this decade – and my writing has changed with me. All this time, I’ve kept a general life blog. Then, when I burned out, I added a second blog focused on my burnout recovery journey (“Pardon My Dust, Please“). And for a while, kept a third blog documenting my pregnancy with Alena (“Introducing CHANnel 3”, now found under the “Family” category starting with this post). I could never have predicted that today, my writing would all be migrated to this site, which I share with Tim!
Over the years, Olive has brightened up her home with door art. Door Art? What’s door art? Well, it’s art on the garage doors and art on the doors inside her home. And the theme was frogs. Why frogs? Because Olive’s dad loves frogs. Why? It’s because he loves the acronym of F.R.O.G. – Fully Rely On God.
[I wrote this post on Saturday morning, right before we moved out of our apartment.]
It’s 8am.
My wife and daughter are sleeping.
There are boxes piled up everywhere in our apartment.
So I did it. I gave an entire talk using my Kermit-the-frog-with-a-hint-of-Chinese voice. It was a complete new audience, so no one really knew that it wasn’t my real voice.
I have a confession: as a single person, I struggled immensely with accepting my introverted needs. “Sorry, I need to hang out by myself tonight,” didn’t exactly sound cool, you know? Mercifully, when I was in school, I had a lot of art classes, which allowed me to work in relative silence on my own. And for most of my single years, I had the energy of youth on my side, so I could get away with hopping from one event to another without having to give it much thought. For a while, anyway.