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Jennifer Marshall
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In a culture that has grown unkind to marriage and the marriage-minded, Jennifer Marshall’s analysis of the facts we live with, and the faith that sustains us, offers guidance and hope for young women. You may be single, but you do not have to be alone. Jennifer Marshall shows the way.
William J. Bennett, Washington Fellow-The Claremont Institute; Host-Bill Bennett’s Morning in America

Jennifer Marshall rescues the dreary notion of “contentment” from passive resignation and recharges it with a robust faith in God that results in vigorous, purposeful living…. Singles and non-singles alike will find this brand of contented living liberating, energizing, and fulfilling.
Carolyn Custis James, author of When Life and Beliefs Collide and Lost Women of the Bible

If we value marriage, we should value and mentor those among us who want to get there but are not there yet. In Now and Not Yet, her faith-and-research-based book, Jennifer Marshall not only brings to light this unaddressed reality of modern life, but gives her fellow single traditional women the pep talk they need. Post-twenties singleness can be a lonely time for the marriage-minded; Jennifer Marshall has made it less so.
Kathryn Jean Lopez, editor of the National Review Online

Jennifer Marshall has a fresh, positive, God-centered perspective on singleness as one of the many callings we live by in the Christian life. Now and Not Yet is about much more than marital status; it is about loving and serving Jesus in the space between the way things are and the way we expect them to be. Marshall is honest about life’s struggles and open to the legitimate desire to be married during what she calls “the unexpected in-between.” What she writes is full of biblical and practical wisdom for pursuing single-minded devotion to God and finding joyful contentment in His unique plan for your life.
Philip Graham Ryken, author of The Message of Salvation and Ryken’s Bible Handbook; senior minister, Tenth Presbyterian Church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

With sensitivity and a sharp-edged knowledge of God’s Word, Jennifer Marshall reveals the sweet and satisfying answer to our deepest longings, helping us all–whether married or single–find true pleasure in God. Thank you, Jennifer, for shining so much light on an oft-troubling topic.
Joni Eareckson Tada, JAF International Disability Center

In her insightful and hopeful meditation on contemporary singlehood, Jennifer Marshall breaks through the tired stereotypes of the single woman as desperate for marriage or obsessed with career. She makes the compelling case that “Christian, single, and content” is not an oxymoron but another pathway for women to fulfill God’s calling for their lives. This book is essential reading not only for single women of all ages but for their mothers, fathers, friends, and faith communities.
Barbara Dafoe Whitehead, author of The Divorce Culture: Rethinking Our Commitment to Marriage and Family and Why There Are No Good Men Left: The Romantic Plight of the New Single Woman; co-director, National Marriage Project, Rutgers

About the Author

Jennifer A. Marshall speaks and writes frequently on cultural issues as director of domestic policy studies at The Heritage Foundation, a Washington, D.C.,-based think tank. She is a graduate of Wheaton College in Wheaton, Illinois, and the Institute of World Politics in Washington, D.C.

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Off the Map

No one was there to meet Hilary when she stepped off the plane. Not that she had expected anyone, but it was another reminder of isolation in her sense of purpose. Here she was, a blond, blue-eyed, twenty-eight-year-old civilian heading to a new job in the midst of a military occupation in the Middle East.

Alone and unable to hide the fact that she was an American, she had to look like she’d done this before. She needed to get to her hotel without being ripped off–or worse. She managed to trade dollars for dinar, but she knew her ignorance would show as soon as she asked about the price of a cab ride. So she questioned one driver, then used that information to barter with a second.

Forty-five minutes later, she arrived at her hotel.

The next morning she boarded a military aircraft to fly from Kuwait to Baghdad. Strapped into a jump seat with her back against the inner wall of the airplane, she fell asleep and woke up with the muzzle of a gun leaning against her–her soldier seatmate had fallen asleep too.

But no one sleeps through the drama of a Baghdad landing. The plane dove and rolled from side to side, maneuvering wildly to avoid any unfriendly fire. It gave her the sickening sensation that her life was now completely out of her control.

The road from Baghdad International Airport to the U.S. military—secured Green Zone in the city became a notoriously dangerous passage. But that day in July she made the trek in an unarmored thin-skin vehicle–and her driver was nonchalant about whether the passengers should wear the body armor they had been issued. That was when she realized she couldn’t make any assumptions that others would look out for her security. She wasted no time in heaving on her bulletproof vest packed with heavy armor plates.

Out of the Green Zone

Baghdad’s Republican Palace, once the seat of Saddam Hussein’s regime, was now the headquarters of the Coalition Provisional Authority (CPA) and the hub of activities in the Green Zone. An air force colonel met her there.

“Miss White, welcome to Baghdad. You’re going to spend the night here and go to Hillah in the morning.”

Apparently there was some confusion. Hillah was not a part of her plans. Going to a remote city somewhere to the south did not sound appealing.

But the colonel was insistent.

Hilary resolved to accept the change for the time being, go to Hillah, and get herself back to the Green Zone as soon as possible. She wanted to leave most of her belongings in Baghdad as collateral, but the colonel informed her everything would be going with her. The next morning they packed up her three massive black trunks–filled with six months’ worth of clothes, food, and supplies–and left for Hillah.

They rolled through arid desert for an hour and a half on a highway Saddam Hussein had built for his military. An oasis of date palm trees emerged in the midst of the desert dust as they neared Hillah. As they crossed over a bridge that spanned a tributary of the Euphrates near the ruins of Babylon, Hilary thought, This is where it all began. It was like stepping back into ancient history.

There was no exit from the highway to the road that led to their destination on the outskirts of Hillah. So they made their own, off-roading over uneven terrain before intersecting a route that ran to the U.S. compound.

The residence where Hilary and others stayed was a hotel, parts of which Saddam’s Baathist regime had used as a brothel. Almost every Iraqi Hilary met had lost family members to the violence of Saddam’s regime.

But things were changing in Hillah. Widows on the edge of destitution were learning how to make a living. Schools were being repaired, and student texts from the prior regime were being replaced. Iraqi Shia started painting their houses vibrant colors to celebrate their newfound freedom. Hillah was an oasis of good news, and Hilary had come to Iraq to share the country’s good news with the rest of the world. There was no better place for her to be. God’s sleight of hand had moved her beyond her own stubborn expectations for a purpose that would leave her more content than if she’d had it her way.

How Did I Get Here?

Hilary never dreamed she’d be going to Iraq when she neared age thirty; she thought she’d have been married with children by this time.

Lots of other unmarried twenty- and thirtysomething women expected to be married by this age too, but instead they find themselves in the midst of adventures they never imagined. Marriage is not as prompt a suitor as it was in our mothers’ generation. Back when those of us in our midthirties were born, the average age of first marriage for women was just under twenty-one. Today it is over twenty-five.

Whether by nature or nurture or a combination of forces, little girls usually grow up wanting to be wives and mothers, not going to work in a war zone. Nine out of ten high-school senior girls say that a good marriage and family life are important for their future–and that statistic hasn’t changed much in twenty-five years, in spite of the hike in marriage age.

Our culture in general, and the Christian subculture in particular, fosters in young women a desire for marriage and the presumption that marriage will be a part of life sooner rather than later. Each of us has her own script for the perfect life, spliced together from scraps of happy-ending movies and sentimental stories. But almost invariably in these fictional scenarios, marriage makes its entrance by age twenty-five, thirty at the latest.

Reality, however, regularly departs from the script. Almost six out of ten women today are not married by age twenty-five. Three out of ten are not married by age thirty.

As unmarried women, we may instead find ourselves in situations that, while not as intense as Hilary’s, leave us out of our element, occasionally confused, and every so often with a pit-in-the-stomach realization that life is not tidily within our control. Even when we are confident of our callings–knowing that we are in the right place doing the right thing for the moment–we can experience fear, insecurity, and uncertainty about all kinds of practical details in life. We struggle with our own and others’ conceptions of singleness, especially when we’re surrounded by so much cultural confusion about male-female relations, women’s roles, and personal fulfillment.

For many of us in the midst of this confusion, however, being single is no more–and no less–of a statement than, This is what God has for me now.

Finding the Way

Hilary knew that she was meant to be in Iraq. But her sense of purpose was under assault the minute she set foot alone in the Middle East.

Months before, she had gotten the idea that she’d like to help in the rebuilding of Iraq. Then she waited for weeks to hear whether a public relations post would open up for her. Waiting to go to Iraq was filled with uncertainty, just as following other promptings from God often are; one day an opening would appear, and the next day it would close. All she could do was watch for a door to begin to open, first just a crack, then partway. When it finally opened fully, she could walk through. Many doors had to open, however, before she got to Iraq.

“You never know for sure you’re going to Iraq until you’re on the plane and it’s taking off,” she tells others who think they’re headed that way. One day she was getting vaccinated at the Pentagon, and a few days later she went to pick up her bulletproof vest. Soon after, she was on an airplane to the Middle East. “And it wasn’t until I was flying across the Atlantic that I had the Aha! moment–that satisfaction when hope finally becomes reality.”

After Aha!

When Hilary closed the door to her room that first night in Hillah, she was totally overwhelmed. She had never run a public affairs office, let alone one in a war zone. But self-doubt and second guesses were edged out a few days later when she learned she’d be traveling to Ramadi for an Iraqi town hall meeting. There was nothing to do but get ready for work.

Her first challenge was to figure out what to wear. Being choosy that morning had nothing to do with mood; it was all about conforming to a foreign dress code, and she had to seek advice about it from American men she hardly knew. The khakis she put on left her ankles showing, so she pulled on socks. She wore a shirt with three-quarter-length sleeves and buttoned it all the way up, even though it was well over a hundred degrees. As for a head covering, she didn’t know what would be expected, so she stuffed a scarf in her bag.

Nothing was straightforward. Even issuing a press release on the progress in Ramadi was complicated. It meant scrambling to find an Arabic interpreter and an Arabic keyboard, then figuring out how to get it to the proper press outlets. The learning curve was steep.

There is a right time for everything, she determined. A time to ask questions, a time not to ask questions; a time to act like you know what you’re doing, a time to admit you have no idea. And as one of very few women among some two hundred men in the compound, it was always the time to be strong and clear about where she stood with them–but to be feminine all the same. “A girl should never go out without her gun, her flak jacket, and her lipstick,” was her rule of thumb.

The duties of many of the civilians on the compound included assisting with security, so Hilary jumped in. She decided she wanted to keep a weapon with her, and a marine heading home left her his 9 mm Beretta.

“Ma’am, do you know what you’re doing?” some soldiers would ask when they saw her carrying a weapon.

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