Stuck in a Season of Waiting

Stuck in a Season of Waiting By the time I was 30 years old, my closest friends were all married and I was not. I had embraced my singleness with a zeal I didn’t see from many others, and I dedicated myself to my education and mentoring the high school students at my church. Still, with every passing year and every bridesmaids dress I bought, I wondered when it was going to be my turn. When you see your friends getting married and having kids, it’s easy to feel like you’re somehow getting left behind, even when you’re so sure God’s called you to put your focus on other important work. When I would feel myself getting uneasy, or frustrated, or even cynical about waiting to meet someone, I would feel one word rise inside myself: hope. As David lays out in Psalm 52, because of God’s goodness, we can have hope. That meant that even in the waiting for it to be “my turn,” in the very midst of the frustration, I could hold onto the hope that God was present and working. I may not have known the “when” of things, but I could rest in knowing that I wasn’t alone in the waiting.