[I must apologize in advance for all the baby content. A father simply cannot hold back when talking about things that are beautiful and grand.]
More and more I’m beginning to realize I’m the luckiest guy on this blessed earth. I am, and this summer has provided me some respite to dwell on what all is beautiful and grand in my life.
Most of all, I must say it is who I am in Christ. That cuts to the core of what I was made to do and who I will be for eternity. I was made to enjoy God, and all the things he’s made for us. This simple life I have now is just a snapshot of what’s to come.
One of the more beautiful things I have witnessed this summer is my family’s love for each other. It has been a joy to see my grandparents on my side of the family as well as those on my wife’s side, embrace with gladness their grandparent-hood with my son.
Anyways, I wanted to share with you my life, in hopes you’ll find things for yourself that are “grand and beautiful” in yours. I had to work to find them. I don’t always have this perspective, but that’s what I’m out to change.
It was a beautiful year last year, and this is an attempt to capture in a short collection of pics, what has happened, what was most significant, what I loved about 2012.
It was difficult, but I combed through the hundreds of photos that we’ve accumulated since we’ve been here in Turkey, and “voille!”, I give you “2012’s Top Photos!!” To be honest, I could have put up way way more photos of my son, but I restrained myself.
A short animation about memories. It is translated as “The House of Cubes.” This is to hold you over for when I get back from an eastern city in Turkey here. So enjoy it and watch it as many times as you can, and let me know what you think. Peace!
I never would have thought such effort would be necessary for home to feel like “home”. Our new home here in Turkey is slowly starting to feel more and more like home. Many tears of frustration have fallen here, and many arguments wrestled through from the lack of feeling “not at home” but strangers in a strange land. Considering my recent past before our arrival to Turkey, every time I’ve moved in the US to a new location, be it a city or simply a new flat, it wouldn’t take much time ‘til I felt “at home”.
Emily and I have thought long and hard about what exactly made us feel at home, when we did feel at home. Was it being in a neighborhood that we knew? Was it being able to speak with our neighborhoods and knowing the social mannerisms required to meeting them? Was it simply “knowing” our society, so that wherever we went we at least knew where to start our integration into a new city or neighborhood?
We haven’t arrived at a sufficient conclusion, though “familiarity” may remain as our top way for feeling at home. We are growing in our familiarity of our surroundings and I can say, we are beginning to feel at home here in Mersin, Turkey. So many things are different here; from the beautifully tiled flooring, to the way you defensively cross the savage neighborhood streets, to the way you change the way you think in terms of distance (miles to kilometres), weight (pounds to kilograms) and size (inches to metres).
The name of the game seems to be flexibility in the face of extreme adjustments. And the beautiful thing about adjustments are, you get used to them. Life is a complex series of adjustments. One day you got pimples and peer pressure, the next you have college finals, and then a woman ends up in your bed with a ring on her finger who happily says she got it from you. Life is all about adjustments, but for Emily and Inot only are we preparing to start a family, we are preparing to start a family while language learning and culture learning in a new country. A new child will be quite an adjustment, but I honestly can’t wait.
So here I am, feeling quite at home in a still a strange new land, typing away on a familiar keyboard with a very familiar special someone nearby keeping me company…and I can say I’m quite happy!
Original article is found here, on CNN.
The retreat from marriage in Middle America is not a retreat from bearing children. Wedding bands may be out of vogue, but in Middle America, women pushing strollers, diaper bags slung over their shoulders, infants hidden in bundles of blankets, are as common a sight as ever.
But children who grow up in Middle America today are far less likely to grow up with their own parents than they were 30 years ago. By contrast, a greater proportion of children in upscale America live with their mothers and fathers today than they did 30 years ago…..
What should we do?
We don’t go about insisting that the poor are better off left alone in their poverty — as if this were a state they chose and should remain in. Instead, we recognize poverty as an injustice. We set about helping the less fortunate find fortune.
It’s the same with the growing, class-based marriage gap. We can’t just put a bandage on the injustice by, for instance, providing support groups only to single parents, albeit support groups certainly can help. Instead, we should help couples, too, achieve the stability for which they long.”
In the article, she poses the question, “What should we do?” Perhaps having big high-way banners that say, “Need a divorce? Call us for help” making a decision like that as easy as calling a bill-board number.
What do you think?