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I'm a little disappointed by the lack of representation of blogs by people like me. Almost all the blogs that exist are ones either written by single women or moms. And don't get me wrong--both of these groups of women are people I admire, but I do wonder where are all the married women who don't have kids? I know these blissfully wedded, childless years are often so short that there are indeed less of us in number, I understand that. But it seems like once we get married, we distance ourselves from social media in general, only to emerge 2-3 years later with daily pictures of our baby. Why does this happen? Where does everyone go for these few years? Where is everyone like me? I am quite enjoying this phase of life and am in no hurry to rush into the sleepless, exhausting, yoga pant, stretch mark, droopy-boob phase. I know it will probably come with its stickiness and snot, I know I likely can't dodge the phase entirely. I have accepted that. But th...

I suppose it's time to mull over my year in sentimentality and nostalgia, time to plan and dream of the adventures that await. In past years I have anticipated the coming year with either hope and optimism or let the midnight bring darkness and fear. This year should have been the most adventurous. We went on our honeymoon to Boston, we hiked up a mountain, we started over and moved to my favorite state, we began the ministry we feel God has called us to do, we shared the Gospel more than ever, we watched Him provide for us and lead us into what our next steps of faith are. And all of that felt like a adventure, yes. But I'm not sure true adventures really feel like adventures while we're in them. The world tells us that adventuring is visiting a new city or starting a new job or a new hobby or a new relationship, but it doesn't tell us the angst that is inevitably laced throughout every true adventure. And what's up with this word? Why does everything have to b...