I don’t know if I can say I’ve officially entered midlife at thirty-seven, but I do know I’m not where I thought I’d be. In a lot of ways my circumstances are great. I have an incredible wife, a job that I enjoy, a solid church to call home, and two healthy, frolicking kids. On the surface this is a sweet season, but if I’m honest, I thought it would be a little bit sweeter, a little more satisfying. I’m noticing a low-grade disappointment coloring my world—even though I don’t want it to. Recently, I’ve been doing some digging in the New Testament and other resources to see what’s behind my disappointment.
