Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices have stories to tell of it. (It’s that kind of hike. It’s that kind of hill.)

While I didn’t hike nearly as far as some, I spent 34 years on that beautiful arduous hill. It was harder than I can describe, and I’m left with some hardy callouses and a few long-term injuries. And though I’ve been married for nine years now, I still smell strongly of the dirt and pine of that hill. Contrary to the cliches, I didn’t arrive when I got married; life didn’t begin when I gave birth to my son. The terrain altered significantly, yes—but the Goal and the Guide remained the same.

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BEWILDERED
Singleness was the conduit of incredible blessings in my life, but it was not at all what I’d wanted or prepared for, and it was anything but the norm in my circles.

The problem was actually a good one: as a single woman who loved Jesus and his church, I held a high view of marriage, sex, and children, and I longed to enjoy those gifts—gifts God himself created, gifts he chooses to give most women.

I also understood that marriage would not be the answer to all my problems. And I wasn’t duped by the notion that a man (or children) would fulfill my deepest desires. Only Jesus could do that.

But when all except one friend had married and started their families—and I was left standing on the sidelines with a collection of bridesmaid dresses and baby announcements—I felt bewildered, even broken, as I figured out how to live outside the natural order of things. I wanted what God wanted for me (and on those days when I didn’t want it, I asked him to help me want it!), but I was a square peg in a round hole. I didn’t know how to fit into a world made for couples and families.

It wasn’t that I lacked love. I was surrounded by friends, family, roommates, colleagues, and church community—and my days were filled with meaningful work and ministry, travel and adventure. But for all practical purposes, I was flying solo. I paid my own bills, haggled with the repairman at the car shop, navigated revolving housing and roommates, held down high-pressure full-time jobs, and cooked and ate countless meals by myself. (Day after day, year after year.)

One of my roommates, Sarah, expressed it best when she said: “The hardest part of being single is knowing I’m no one’s first priority.” Sarah was not one to view singleness as suffering, but she grieved the reality that there wasn’t one main person to do life with and for. I’ve heard many single women echo this sentiment. I felt it keenly myself.

BELOVED
But the absence of a “first priority relationship” meant that Jesus became more to me—he became my First Love, and I truly felt like his beloved as I tangibly experienced his presence and provision, protection and power. As much as I didn’t like the Apostle Paul’s enthusiasm for singleness, I had to admit he was right: I was enjoying a unique and beautiful devotion to Christ (1 Corinthians 7:32-35; see also Isaiah 54:4).

Out of this devoted relationship with Christ flowed a life of ministry: I had time, energy, and love to invest in hundreds of junior high, high school, and college girls. My days spilled over with the joy of these relationships and my life was filled with the kind of purpose that can only come from loving and serving others for Jesus (no matter how poorly or awkwardly I did it!). Although the deepest desires of my heart went unfulfilled, I could see God’s hand at work in and through me. I knew my singleness, my suffering, mattered.

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BEHIND?
Over the years, I came to be known as a strong, self-sufficient woman (an identity not without its own issues), but still there was this underlying tone in many people’s comments to me—an unintentional message that I was not as complete or mature as my married and mommied friends. We’ve all been guilty of saying foolish things in our zeal to help a friend, yes? (In my twenties, I practically buried people alive with my naive advice and opinions.) But as the proverb says, ignorant counsel is a lot like a knife in the hand of a drunkard (26:9)—and many a single woman has been cut by comments such as…

“Motherhood is the most sanctifying thing in the world! I was so selfish and immature before I had kids!”

“Marriage is so hard. Don’t get your hopes up…”

“You’re so lucky to be single! I’d give anything to have a day all to myself!”

“As soon as you’re perfectly content, God will bring along your husband.”

“Maybe you should ____.” (try online dating, lower your standards, change churches, put yourself out there, learn to flirt, wear more makeup, etc.)

Because it takes time to truly listen and understand someone’s story, to pursue knowing them past our own limited experiences, singleness is easily misunderstood by married people—and the single woman can be treated as a problem to solve or a lesser citizen, instead of an example to emulate and a vital part of the community.

My single friends who love Jesus are wellsprings of wisdom and maturity. They live out their faith in secular workplaces and high-profile ministries. They know how to navigate a wide variety of relationships. They’re generous and selfless and hospitable. They seek to know and love God more by knowing his Word—and that (not a particular status in life) is what forms wisdom and maturity in us. The psalmist wrote,

I have more insight than all my teachers because your decrees are my meditation. I understand more than the elders because I obey your precepts. (Psalm 119:99-100)

Yes, marriage and motherhood can mature us in big ways. We could even say they are the normative method for maturity. But when God chooses to work outside the norm, does he leave his beloved daughter stuck in a lower life-cycle? Should we assume that the 40-year-old single woman has less wisdom than the 40-year-old wife with three kids? Of course not. God desires all his daughters to grow up into his fullness—and he shows them the way to complete maturity:

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you experience various trials, because you know that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its full effect, so that you may be mature and complete, lacking nothing. (James 1:2-4)

So all of us, in every season of life, have the same shot at maturity as we remain in Jesus, in his Word, and in relationship with each other—and as we endure with joy.

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BETROTHED
Singleness, like hiking, is a feat of endurance. And endurance comes in a variety of forms, one of which is the pursuit of purity in a sexually crazed culture. For the single woman who believes that God has created sex as a sacred gift for a man and woman to enjoy only within the covenant of marriage (for the purpose of displaying Christ’s love for his Church)—regardless of whether she has gay or heterosexual desires—she faces what can feel like a Sisyphean task. (However, unlike Sisyphus, her task is eternally fruitful, not futile.)

When I was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, I began sending out regular email updates with specific ways people could pray for our family. To some extent, people “get cancer”—they know what’s at stake and understand the vocabulary. Words like invasive, aggressive, and chemotherapy communicated our family’s grave reality, and as a result, we received an outpouring of love and support.

In stark contrast, I felt incredibly isolated and without a vocabulary for my sexual reality as a single woman. How could I describe what it was like to daily deny the forceful impulses of my flesh—without sounding disturbing, inappropriate, or desperate? How could I share my struggle just enough to not feel so alone?

But again, grief is accompanied by gift, and when God called me to something as difficult (i.e., humanly impossible) as singleness and abstinence into my mid-thirties, he gave me an experience of his love that surpassed even my most ravenous sexual desires and infused immense meaning into my husbandless, childless life. During those years, I came to know the beautiful reality of Isaiah words:

You will no longer be called Deserted,
And your land will not be called Desolate;
Instead, you will be called My Delight Is in Her….
As a groom rejoices over his bride, so your God will rejoice over you. (Isaiah 62:4-5)

Rejoice, childless one, who did not give birth;
burst into song and shout,
you who have not been in labor!
For the children of the desolate one will be more
than the children of the married woman,”
says the Lord.

Do not be afraid, for you will not be put to shame;
don’t be humiliated, for you will not be disgraced.
For you will forget the shame of your youth,
and you will no longer remember
the disgrace of your widowhood.
Indeed, your husband is your Maker… (Isaiah 54:1,4)

My hike up that beautiful arduous hill may have come to an end, but every step I took is still part of me, part of my story, and (mysteriously enough) helping me keep pace in my present suffering. In a crowd of people, I’m drawn to the woman who also knows the ways of the hill. Her climb is unique, unlike mine in the passions or particulars (in fact, you could ask a hundred different single women and get a hundred different versions of the hill), but inevitably we agree on this: In God’s hands, our suffering finds glorious purpose. He is with us, and that changes even the most arduous hikes into holy places.