When I was a young professional woman, I recognized that a husband and children would fulfill me. I desired a committed relationship and the opportunity to parent. I had matured within a society that taught me self-reliance and independence at the cost of relationship and mutual support, but I recognized value in forming a partnership, so I searched for a suitable man.
It took several years for me to meet (and recognize) my intended. It was not before I hit upon what seemed to me an undesirable fact: I needed to sacrifice. I assumed the compromise would be relinquishing one of the aspects of the man I desired. I petitioned God. Would this husband be short? (I’m tall.) Short-tempered? (I’m patient.) Bald? Insecure? I acknowledged the impossibility of finding perfection. But, I asked God, what’s the compromise going to be?
