Love Part II

Fast forward 10 years or so.  This is the part of the story called singleness.

Do you mind if I show you some of the not-so-pretty?

If you had told me 10 years ago what my life would look like at 30 years old, if you had shown me a snapshot, I wouldn't have believed you.  I would have flat out refused to believe you. At the starting line of my fourth decade with no husband or babies?  Absolutely impossible.  That's what I would have said.

This is a tricky job.  To express the disappointment I've felt, and still feel sometimes, while not giving the impression that I am without hope or faith in my loving, gracious, faithful God. Because the truth is I do have hope. It's the bottom line carved below disappointment.  The feel of a firm hand, strong in the dark.

Love.

I have hope because He loves me (Romans 5:5).

It's simple.  His ways are not my ways.   His thoughts are not my thoughts.  Yes, I've had times of throwing myself on the ground, metaphorically speaking, flailing my arms and legs about, pounding the ground and air in outrage at the injustice, the shock, the sadness of singleness.

BUT.  Thankfully, there is a but.

God is still good in light of long singleness.  This part of my story is not an accident or mistake.

He loves tenderly the broken heart.  He does.  And in that love is a fierce fight. To rescue it, set it free.

For what comes next.