One afternoon when Katy was in kindergarten she got off the bus and informed me that she had learned “the f-word.”
“Fart.”
She later told us she had also learned the “sh-word”
“Shut up.”
Honestly, in our family the real “f-word” isn’t fart. And it isn’t another word that might come to mind.
It’s “fine”.
To my mind, “fine” may be the most terrible word in the english language. And words matter as my friend Sharon always reminds me.
The other day in our small group, one of the women was describing the feeling of heaviness, helplessness, and lethargy she felt upon return from a year in Africa. I said it sounded like she had experienced “compassion fatigue” – the sense of overload you have when you’ve seen too much suffering, heard too many stories of loss and spent time with people in despair, too many requests for more money.
Visiting a church recently, I felt like I experienced a similar phenomena. “Word fatigue”.
Dear Max and Emily,
What a picture of joy! It was a hot Minnesota summer afternoon and there was laughter and dancing and prayers and great hopes for your future together. You were surrounded by people who love you.
So…right.
You did a lot of hard work to get to this place. You did the pre-marital counseling thing and the financial seminar thing, and you really tried to honor God in every way as you walked towards marriage.
And now you’re here. You’re married.
But the news these days is filled with stories of TomKat and John Edwards and Kim Kardashian, and Arnold Swarzenager. And a thousand million more examples of infidelity and “irreconcilable differences” and custody battles. Disheartening, eh?
Why do you think you’ll be different than Kim and Arnold and whoever? What will give you an edge so you won’t be another bad statistic in a few years. Or 15?
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