“I slept but my heart
was awake"
Song of Solomon 5:2
1:02 AM
Night after night it’s been happening. It’s time to go to
bed. I watch the moon move from the left corner of my window to the right.
Black changes to blue to grey, and the sun comes.
I don’t sleep well. Night has been reserved for a time when
my heart gets so full that I think it will burst, but since I don’t want that
to happen, I write it into pages and pages and pages of paper in my journal as
a measure of prevention. I resist the temptation to write my heart to close
friends. I resist the temptation to write a blog about it.
I weighed the pros and cons of all of my options, and
writing a blog seemed alright. I’m not the only person in the world whose heart
is awake. Maybe you’ll find some comfort here. And If I can offer comfort, I’ll
give comfort.
I attempted reading “When God Writes Your Love Story” and it
was completely counterproductive. My heart wasn’t there with the writer. All of
the “you’re single for a purpose, and this is your calling, and be productive
with this time” was not making my heart less heavy. In fact, the amount of
peace and contentment these other people are finding in their long-term call of
singleness makes me feel like a mouse next to their super humanness.
The problem is that the book was written by a married
couple. They have their story. They aren’t single. And while they are trying to
console me, it doesn’t work. All I have to do is flip the book over to see
their embracing and smiling photo to remind me that both they and I believe
everything they are saying, but it doesn’t make anything better…because I am
single, and sugar coating everything with exclamation marks and funny stories
about dating, well, it does no good.
I am trying so hard to be a Jane Austen or Elizabeth Eliot. I’m
trying to be this independent, confident, driven, self- sufficient, productive woman.
I have seasons where I see her so well, and when I am thankful for my
singleness because of the time, growth, conversations, friendships, and
academic success I have been able to experience, but there are other seasons, like
now, where she struggles.
My inner independent, self-sufficient Jane Austen just wants
to be one of the loved characters in her books who is swept away by a gallant,
brooding, book loving, gentleman. And my inner Elizabeth Eliot who wants to be
so oblivious of men that the only “he” she knows about is God, dwindles and
thinks more of Jim and less of God.
My heart was made to love. If you don’t understand me, the
best I can explain it is like my heart is a moth in a jar just big enough for
it to fit in, and no bigger. And the older I get, the more I experience and see
and grow, the more I become, the bigger my heart gets. And it fills and fills
and fills with hopes and dreams, and those things make the wings I was born
with bigger and bigger. I feel the greatest need to fly, because I was born to
fly, but I’m stuck in a jar because The Lord want my wings to get bigger, or
because I need to learn something about the jar, or I was called to a jar….
Either way, when there are fireworks going off in your heart
and nowhere for the fireworks to go- because you’re stuck in a jar- it starts
to burn.
So, as a 24 year old single (this isn’t old, I’m aware) I’m
going to say that being single does not always feel like a blessing. Some days,
it’s hard. I want to give all of my secrets away. I want a hand to hold, dag gummit,
but there are no hands. I want to dance in the middle of a street (real couples
don’t even do this). I want letters, but I settle for writing them instead. I
want my stories to matter to someone other than the people I naturally belong
to (parents/siblings).
And then there’s God, the “invisible” He I pray to at night,
the one whose words I read in the bible, and the ever present Love in my life,
and yet, even that can feel like less than enough. I want to see His face, to
hear His voice, and to know that if no man can know me, that He can. I want
more, and more of Him.
But I’m learning that that is the point. The more I long for
someone to love, the more I long to see God, my first love, because I hope that
in seeing Him I’ll forget the other “him” and my heart will find some peace. I
spend most prayers praying to find contentment in singleness, but contentment is
rare. So, I have to pray to find contentment in Him, and that’s when some form
of peace arrives.
Don’t be so naïve to think that this peace is the “I don’t
feel a thing,” kind of peace. I think too often we have a misconception about
what “peace” is. Real peace isn’t the absence of pain or feeling, it is not
apathy. Real peace is finding comfort in God; it’s acknowledging that He is in
control, despite the pain one feels. Pain and peace can coexist. This is a
miracle in itself, and why peace given from God “surpasses all understanding.”
At least, so I have come to understand it in my life.
Then the Lord God said,
“It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for
him”
Genesis 2:18
Caught that, did you? If it is not good for man to be alone,
why are single people still single? What I’ve considered is that Adam literally
was the only man, and though Eve was given as a helper, she was a confidant as
well, a friend, a soul-mate, I guess you could say.
But, in case you haven’t noticed, you and I aren’t the only
humans on earth. There are currently 7.05 billion people on this ball of dirt,
and counting. According to worldometers.info, 32,000 people have already been
born today, and it’s only 2:07 AM. Imagine how many new people there’ll be by
11:59 PM.
Do you get where I’m going? We’re not alone, not really. It
is true, it is not good for man to be alone, but that bible verse doesn’t guarantee
we singles a relationship with a significant other, it just means you need to
spend more time with a couple of those 7.05 billion people and find ones you
can truly confide in. Find your soul-mate friends: Those who understand you,
love you unconditionally like Christ, and can offer you a place of comfort. I
think God made us “helpers” in friends, and thus far, I have found they all
lessen my “he’s” absence.
“For everything there
is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
He has made
everything beautiful in its time”
Ecclesiastes 3: 1
& 11
I’ll be 25 on February 14th, Valentine’s Day. I’ll
have prayed for weeks in advance that my heart will be asleep that day. I’ll
have prayed to find contentment in the Lord, and that the absence of flowers
and sweet letters won’t be noticed. I do it every year. And most years, I do find
peace. I jokingly consider that God keeps me to Himself, and then I go to bed
one year older, dreaming about the Valentines to come when the flowers at the
door will be mine, and the letter in the mailbox will have my name on it. That
day may never come, or it might.
Dreaming about it makes me heart bigger, and that makes the
jar smaller, but that’s life. Books won’t help the ache, sad songs just
do a better job of articulating how it feels, and writing in journals just gives future
grandchildren (either mine or someone else's) something good to read. I don’t know why we have to be lonely for
a short time or longer time other than God would have it that way. It’s not a
real answer; it’s vague and potentially disheartening for those of you who
started reading this in hopes that I’d offer something more concrete. Maybe God
is jealous of you too, He wants you to Himself, more of you. Maybe He is
refining you, growing you, teaching you. I can’t say. But I do understand, and
I know the feeling. And if you feel like a mouse at times in comparison to the
Elizabeth Elliots, go ahead and know that I have too. I think we all have, but “He
has made everything beautiful in its time,” and I pray for both you and me,
that despite our mousy, hungry hearts, we can all be a part of that something
beautiful.
I really do.
2:30 AM
