Over the years, as I have pondered American history, it has struck me that the exploration and settlement of the West is illustrative of the differences between men and women (in general terms, there are undoubtedly exceptions to what I am about to write). If it wasn’t for men, I doubt the west would have been explored. If it wasn’t for women, it would never have been settled. There seems to be something in the heart of a man that draws him to adventure, excitement and danger. A thirst to conquer, to achieve, to empire build. But once the challenge has been conquered, the achievement has been reached, the empire built, men are ready to move on. To move on and seek more adventure, excitement and danger. On the other hand, there seems to be something in the heart of a woman to put down roots, to create community, to build relationships. Something that resists adventure, fears danger, and eschews excitement. We are wildly opposed in our fundamental mindsets, yet we are inexplicably drawn to one another. Living in tension, yet balancing each others inner impulses. Living out the journey together.