Well it’s that day again. A day to be reminded your marital or non-marital status. Contrary to what many people may think, I’m really not bitter. I’ve spent enough years lamenting my singleness, this isn’t one of them. I’ve come a long, long ways my friends. Praise God.
I have been going on dates thanks to the internet and well-intentioned Christians. It’s a bizarre world out there for the single, female, pastor. I feel like I’m between the working professional and the single mom. My vocation blends the responsibilities of the two. It’s hard enough navigating the dating waters as a woman in her 30’s… but with the spiritual care of a congregation on my plate it adds a whole host of other considerations.
I’ve been in communication with someone who is very keen to be with me, and I find myself considering once again what’s really important in a relationship. With him being a number of years younger, I wonder how much to bank on his capacity to grow and mature, and to what extent is formal education “required.” What really matters in the end when we’re both grey and bent with years? Or when our child strays or rebels against our authority? Or when one of us falls ill or loses vision? Or when the excitement of romance fizzles and new affections knock at our door(s)? I suspect that degrees and age differences matter very little then.
In any case, I know I’ll need convincing to give up the single life. The question is… what do I need to be convinced?