At times, people have intimated to me that my current life circumstances are not optimal for finding a life partner.
I live in a foreign country (South Korea), in a city where the majority of people are not fluent in my native tongue (and I’m far from fluent in theirs). I am a Christian intent on only considering a life partner who shares my faith, and the city I live in is not majority Christian. The church I am part of is quite small and there are very few single men in it.
And while technically anything can happen at any time, for the past three years, not much has.
“There aren’t many prospects there.”
It’s said to me in loving concern. But it’s a decidedly not-encouraging comment.
At least I felt that way until I decided to own it.
God can do anything.
God is good.
I’ve written about singleness before, and I thought I had said all I had to say. But as it turns out, I have just a little more to add.
How can God be all-powerful and good and let me still be single?
This is a real question I’ve wrestled with. And it seems to be a question other people sometimes ask when they look at my life. It’s so easy to question God’s goodness because of circumstances. From the beginning, the Deceiver has tried to drive a wedge between us and God by using circumstances. He suggests a twisted interpretation of them to get us to question God’s character: “Did He really say you couldn’t eat from any tree in the garden?”
“If God loved you, why wouldn’t He give you what you want?”
Despite blogging all the right answers last year, living out those truths often proves more difficult than writing about them. For me, I’ve genuinely been tempted at times to move cities because of this issue. I have.
Why stay? It’s not like I’ve built up a career that requires staying put. Isn’t it time to move forward? There’s no shame in having a legitimate desire to meet a godly man and start a family with him, right? Why not take a practical step towards that by moving to a place where I’m more likely to cross paths with such a person?
When I brought the question up with God, He said I was free to move.
“But do you really want to?” He asked.
I love my job, my friends, my community, my beach-side neighborhood. I’ve built a life here that is meaningful, enjoyable, and beautiful. I love this city, and I believe God has me here for a reason. There was just this one thing trying to undermine all the other good things, the one thing that was missing.
Maybe if I moved, I would meet someone I could end up with.
I’ve watched it happen to others. It certainly seems more likely than me meeting anyone here. That possibility has taunted me at times.
But when I turn to my Father and ask for His perspective, He completely shifts the angle of my view.
“Like the rain that comes down from heaven and does not return to it without watering the earth, so are you. I have sent you here. To be a blessing in this city. To water the dry ground with your presence, your prayers, and your love. Your time here is not wasted. You can’t see the fulness of your impact yet, but it’s not wasted. Trust me.”
And that’s when I remember that I’m living for something very different than marital status, the world’s standard of success, or any other type of dream or idea.
I’m living for Him.
Because I truly believe that He is good. Because He came down to where I was and found me. When I was lost, when I was weak, when I had nothing to offer Him, He came and made me His daughter. He is the one who loves me, who knows me, who understands what makes me tick, and who delights in every tiny little step forward I take.
I don’t want to spend my life chasing anything other than Him.
So if following Him means choosing singleness, that’s what I’m going to do. Whatever I may be missing out on in life, the truth is, I already have something––Someone––far greater. A love that is beyond compare. His name is Jesus.