The truth is…

Well, it’s unofficially official. Summer is here. The unofficial start has come. It’s hot, humid, and beautiful. Boaters are boating. Families are camping. Couples are enjoying anything…it doesn’t really matter. Kids are laughing and playing. Dogs are running. Cats are purring. The days are long and hot. The nights are lazy and full of hope. The kind of hope that makes you believe the moon is hanging on your every word and anything is possible.

It’s only the beginning of my favorite season, so please excuse me my impatience, but I am not doing any of that. And I have all the time in the world to be doing it, too. Funny how life works, isn’t it? It seems to be that if we have the money then we don’t have the time. If we don’t have the time, then we probably have the money. Well, I have some of both and yet, here I am. Alone. It doesn’t ever really matter to me what I’m doing, it’s who I’m doing it with. Most anything can be fun or exciting or full of hope if it’s spent with someone you enjoy.

Truth is, I feel lonely and caught in a cycle of aloneness that, much like a hamster wheel, keeps going around and round and round. I don’t know what to do to. I try to get out, but the wheel catches my ankle and round and round I go again. I really do have a lot to be grateful for and even be hopeful about. But the fact remains that I don’t have that one person or two to share my life with. Yes, it would be great to have that in the romantical sense, but I’d be happy with the simple companionship of a close friend. I have friends, but they have actual lives and families that fill up their days. And that’s okay. I just wish I did too. I’m the single woman who can’t quite find a home…so to say.

It can make me sad. I have more time on my hands now that I’m not at work, even though I do have plans to be productive. Today was only the first day, aside from the long weekend, that I’ve been off (so again, bear with me about my impatience). It was a little bit weird. I miss interacting with so many of the people. I miss saying hi and hearing about their weekends. I miss laughing. I miss seeing a friendly face as I get my first cup of coffee in the morning.  I just miss them.  Some of them I really miss.  Do I miss my job? HA-not a chance. I’m on the right path for me right now. I just wish I had a buddy or two to pal around with. Part of me gets it, though. I’m not in high school or college anymore. Days spent exploring or just hanging around are over. I get it. But, it makes these long summer days even longer and these nights a little less magical.

I don’t have a significant other or any children. I’m okay with not having children. Luckily, I don’t have to add a ticking biological clock to the list. But, I would love to have the guy. However, I do have a 19-year-old cat and who knows how much longer she’ll be around. I am lonely. I crave human intimacy. I crave connection and companionship. I really do enjoy alone time and solitude, but too much of it isn’t good.  It leads to feeling lonely for someone to share my time with. Sometimes I’m scared the loneliness will turn into a forever kind of loneliness.

This is how I feel. And it sucks. It’s not fun to feel like I’m being passed by in life or that it’s my fault. It feels like the older I get, the more I seem to disappear. At least that’s what it feels like. I’d say I’m fairly attractive. I tend to make people laugh. I have an adventurous side but am also a homebody. The two sides fight sometimes. I’m a great listener and always try to make somebody feel special. It’s hard to be alone, in any capacity, when I don’t want to be. It’s hard to feel so lonely so much.

This is how I feel. The truth, however, is different.

I’ve learned the truth is that no matter how lonely I feel, God is here to comfort me. He knows how much it hurts. How much I hurt. He knows. He knows sometimes, some days, I feel invisible to the world. But He sees me. He is here. And because he is here, I am not alone, no matter how much it may feel like I am. It’s hard to grasp, because even though God is here with me tonight and all the time, he’s not a physical being and therefore I can’t see him or touch him or have a mutual, two-way human conversation with him. If I look around this room, I am alone; it’s true. But, God is here. He promises that I am never alone because He is always with me. He is working for me right now. Right this second. He is working on my prayers. He is working on the next steps for me. He is working on providing me with what I need. He is working. All day, every day. All night, every night. He never sleeps. He never gives up. He never gets tired. He loves me more than I can imagine or even think about. He loves me. He is here with me, right now, as I type this. He is here. Sometimes, I wish I could reach out and give him a hug because I could really use one. I just don’t get enough hugs.

Even now, my heart hurts at the reality of that. But, God is with me. He will comfort me and help me. He will provide for me. He will bring me what is mine and give me beauty for all these ashes that keep hanging around. He will. This is what’s true.

Sometimes, it’s hard for me to separate what I’m feeling from what is true. I feel lonely. I feel alone. But, God is with me. He cares so much about me. That is what is true. I do wish I knew when to expect his plans and the answers to my prayers…but, I don’t. And so, I keep waiting.

Sometimes, I feel strong enough in God that I’m okay. Sometimes, I’m not lonely at all.

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