I’ll never forget the New Year’s Eve after my 30th birthday. Like every New Year’s Eve before, I was single. I’d gone to a party hosted by a few of my single friends, but the celebration, while fun, only highlighted the unfulfilled longing to celebrate with a family of my own. When I returned home that night, I snuggled under the covers and shed tears of sadness over this unwelcome reality.
I was recently having a cup of coffee with a friend who verbalized some of the same feelings I had that New Year’s Eve. “I’m just weary,” she said.
Weary of handling home projects on my own.
Weary of having no one to share my successes and sorrows with.
Weary of carrying the burden and disappointment of unfulfilled longings.
I think many unmarried folks can relate to our experiences. On good days, I understood how much God had blessed my life, even though I had no spouse to share it with. On bad days, I felt lonely, discouraged, and even betrayed by the Lord.
I knew I was…