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June 20, 2013

The Cost

Tags:  Singleness

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the cost of marriage lately… which should shock none of you. (Hi, I’m Annie and I’m the single one around these parts.)

(And before I go much further, let me just bounce this in here: you aren’t all going to like this post. I’m okay with it. I’m not sure I like it either. But I want to talk about it with you, whether we are happy with the outcome or not.)

I like how I spend my life.

I spend a lot of time with college students here in Nashville that are part of our college ministry at church.

To be fair, I spend a lot of money on college students as well – buying meals when we eat, grabbing coffee, finding a book I think they need.

I also spend a lot of time with my friends. Pretty much, I spend as much time as I want with my friends.

I spend a lot of time reading and a lot of time writing.

I get to spend my money how I want to, albeit as wisely as possible.

Also? I sleep in the middle of the bed.

I’ve really grown to appreciate how I get to spend my life – doing the ministry I love with the people I love. And in July, I’m going to the beach. I know what day I’m going down there, but I don’t know what day I’m coming back.

Because it’s my life and I get to spend it how I want.

I’ve wanted to be married since I was old enough to define the word. I’m not sure what God is doing in my heart and mind, but I spend some portion of every day lately being really grateful for exactly the life I have right now.

I wonder if this selfish single living for my entire adult life has made my brain start to not desire anything else? Is this an effect of being almost 33 and single? That what I currently have actually looks better than what I’ve always wanted?

Or maybe this is right? Maybe this is what it means to be content with where you are? Is this an effect of being almost 33 and single and being (gasp) okay with that?

My friend Lyndsay wrote a very interesting piece about the complexities of being single after college and the lack of rose-colored glasses once you reach a certain point. And I think she may be right – I never saw the cost of marriage as a 21 year-old college graduate. I just saw it as EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED.

And it is. I still want that. I still think God gives us beautiful gifts in relationship and I hope that marriage is a part of His story for me, even if unforeseen costs are attached.

Because you know what I haven’t factored into a single sentence of this post?

Love.

We are willing to give up lots and give lots for love.

Had I gotten married at 23, I would have never known any different. I would not know this travel-when-you-want, do-what-you-want, minister-where-you-want, it’s-all-about-what-I-want lifestyle.

I’d be a mom (I bet). And I’d be in love (I hope). And it would probably be awesome.

So the rewards would be great. I know that.

But for today? 33 and single? The cost of giving up this life I love seems great, too. It seems that even the best gifts have some degree of taking up your cross, don’t they?

I don’t know.

People often say, “marriage won’t complete you” and I used to respond with, “I’d like to prove that for myself” because seriously, quit saying stuff like that to single girls.

But the truth is? I know they are right.

Because even though I am single today? My life is complete.

. . . . .

Your thoughts are welcome here… let’s talk about this. How do we fully embrace the season we are in without giving up hope for the next? Or can you only fully embrace when you think this is the best it is going to be?

by Annie Downs

 

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I shake my head as I flip through our family photo album. Page after page of pictures and I’m not in any of them.

There was a day several years ago when my daughter asked me, “Mommy, I see Daddy with us, but where were you all that time?”

Crickets.

Teeth gritting.

Tongue biting.

My children are going to grow up thinking I was an absent mother. Years from now, they will look through these albums and shake their heads, At least daddy loved us. Look at all of those family vacations he took us on all by himself!

Never mind that I was the one hanging upside down from the rafters to get those adorable shots of my family.

So few of our photos have me in them. What about me?! Why can’t someone else be thoughtful enough to take pictures every now and then? What does it always have to be me?!

To prove my existence in the family, I often resorted to taking shots like this one:

I am very mature and am always sure to keep the real problems of the world in perspective. I also never blow things out of proportion or have unrealistic expectations of people.

Joking aside, sometimes it’s those annoyances of our everyday that carry hints into the secrets we carry in our souls.

I’m tempted to just say I’m being ridiculous. That may be true – but what also may be true is that there is something deeper going on.

Sometimes annoyance is just annoyance. But not always.

Why does this bother me really?

***

John and I go on a date, sit outside MCoul’s under the twinkle lights. We share an appetizer and without thinking I snap a shot of his profile with my phone. I like the way he looks just now, looking off into the distance.

Before I can stop myself, I ask him why he never takes photos of me. I recognize a touch of anxiety within me as I anticipate his response.

My question surprises him, and he answers with, “I don’t know. Pictures just aren’t that important to me. I’d rather have the real thing.”

He’s flirting.

I smile, look down.

“Do you wish I took more photos of you?” He asks genuinely, not realizing this is a thing.

I immediately feel stupidWhy is this a thing? It’s not like I like to have my picture taken. I don’t necessarily like looking at my picture when it is taken, either. I’m not all hey look at me! ish.

I am challenged to be honest even though I don’t know what it means. I admit to him I wish he took more photos of me. When he asks why, I don’t have an answer.

***

I once heard Dr. Larry Crabb say the deepest fear of a woman is invisibility.

At first glance, I disagree. Invisibility would be awesome! Superpower anyone?

But the more I think about it, the more I can say I understand. I can’t speak for every woman, but I can say for me invisibility is a legitimate fear.

I don’t want attention or spotlights or even to be looked at, necessarily.

I want to be seen. I want to be known for who I am, seen on the soul level, regarded. Please don’t let me disappear. Please turn your head in my direction, look into my eyes, and see me.

Maybe that’s what it is with me and photos – I want to know my husband sees me. On the surface level, photos would be proof.

But a photo isn’t really what I want.

John and I have been married for 12 years this month. Like most marriages, our relationship has always been changing, but over the past two years it has changed the most, mainly because my husband is beginning to see me. He is curious over me. He moves toward me – even when I am frantic and chaotic – with courage and intention.

It hasn’t always been that way. And he still doesn’t take pictures of me.

But now I don’t care as much.

Are there any situations in your life right now that are causing you anxiety or even minor annoyance? Might you be willing to take a closer look and see if there is anything deeper going on?

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