02 April 2006
Say "I Do" to Registering
I was leading worship at a single's retreat last weekend, and they asked several questions about being single during the retreat sessions. I participated in the groups, and I had a revelation: I just don't "feel single." Sure, I have moments when I miss the companionship of a serious dating relationship. And there are many moments when I have to listen to married people who seem to think this is a great conversation piece: "You're so pretty. Why aren't you married?" As if beauty had anything to do with a covenant relationship for life! Still I don't find my identity in whether I'm with someone or not, so I don't think of "being single" too often. I travel, I explore, I write, I dance, I am . . .
Then it happened. I went to Target this week and saw a wonderful collection of plates in the housewares section. I could really use new plates, and these were funky/beautiful. And they cost more than I could spend. At that moment, I felt single. I thought, "I wish I were getting married." Then I could put these plates on an internet list and Voila! As the award for being pretty enough to marry, these funky/beautiful plates would wind up at my door!
Last night we were talking to an engaged couple at F. Scott's. When asked where they were registered, they said, "We haven't done it yet. We will, I guess, but we really don't need anything. We both have so many great things already."
Now I won't say that I need anything at all; I recognize that I'm far more well off than most of the world. In the grand scheme of life, a funky/beautiful place setting or a nice set of pots are not going to take me very far. I just question why the engaged couple who self-proclaim that there's no need for them to register will be loaded with housewares I could really use.
Alas, maybe I'll write Oprah and see if she'll host a show where single gals/guys can register and she'll purchase it all for us! :) Then I can go on with my oh-so-important material possessions and live a life of not "feeling single" again. Well, at least until someone asks me why I'm not married . . .