Some Thoughts Arising from "There Isn't Someone Out There For Everyone, and Yes You Might Die Alone" (Part 2)

I find that Catholic women share articles all the time about how the Catholic dating situation sucks, but meanwhile you don't often get to see what the men would say about it. I asked Catholic gentlemen for their opinion, and this is what one of them had to say. (See Part 1 before reading this, and the article from Matt Fradd that sparked this whole conversation)

Words from a Catholic gentleman reflecting on Matt Fradd's and other articles:

Some Thoughts Arising from "There Isn't Someone Out There For Everyone, and Yes You Might Die Alone" (Part 1)

An excellent and important article from Catholic speaker and apologist Matt Fradd was recently circulating Facebook, posted by women all saying, "THIS. YES."

I have shared articles like this before, because I think it is extremely important for women to learn and understand that the idea that "there's someone out there for everyone" is not true. This is along the same lines as a post I wrote a couple years ago entitled "Forever Alone?" (incidentally published this same day; there must be something so blog-post-able about the eve of October!), in which I had shared a few other articles speaking to the idea of not waiting for something that might not come, and more importantly of being satisfied with everything you have already been given - especially the gift of Christ Himself.

This time around, though, a new perspective cropped up for me; the important perspective of the men. One must not forget that it is not only women who are struggling in their attempts at dating and courtship. A couple of Catholic men responded to the article I had shared from Matt Fradd and the ensuing conversations led me to conclude three things:

A Song for the Sea

Hello! It has been way too long since I have posted anything on my blog. The things I want to post are beginning to pile up again though, so that's a good sign!

I hope you enjoy this short story that spilled out of me one day at my desk in my classroom while I was supposed to be cleaning up at the end of the school year. 

My first year of teaching taught me many things. One of those things is that the first year teaching is real tough, though it was still pretty amazing. Luckily, I don't have to be a first time teacher ever again. Another thing I learned is that even though your students will inspire you with their own creativity, you will never have the motivation or time to do any creative things yourself unless they are within the specific parameters of a class lesson plan.

So my writing went on a little vacation, but it came back to spend some time with me again in June, and I think it's here to stay again, at least for a little while.

This story is called the Song of the Sea, and it was written Wednesday, June 17, 2015.

A Song for the Sea

You know you love someone when you cannot think about anything else but them.

For little Angela, it was James Harding. For Louisa, it was Henry. For me, not a who, a what: the sea.