I have the privilege of doing youth work with a couple of guys I graduated high school with. They’re married with kids.
Several students I’ve mentored in that youth ministry have gotten hitched. One’s even had a couple daughters.
I saw an old (now married) girlfriend in the store the other day. She looked…I’m bad at this…six or seven months pregnant? I was certainly happy for her.
But it’s certainly enough to make a bachelor feel left behind.
In years gone by, I would often reassure myself with Don’t worry, they’re a lot older than you. You’ve got time. Then one day I woke up and was their age. So much for that arrow in the quiver. In fact, the pastor at one of our offshoot churches has a salt-and-pepper beard, a seminary degree, and a small tribe running around his wife’s ankles – and my jaw dropped when I…
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