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“But I will hope continually and will praise you yet more and more.” Psalm 71:14 (ESV)

Enmeshed in a large crowd of young professionals, I felt isolated, alone and totally out of place. My status divorced, single parent didn’t seem to fit this dynamic despite my age. But each week, I continued to arrive at our church’s singles class and for brief moments pretended normal.

Conversations were tough since my vocabulary centered on spilled milk, homework, discipline issues and my active seven year old. My social life was a joke and my finances were stretched and depleted. Like a tiny fish swimming in a big ocean, I watched everyone else’s life happening before my eyes as I drowned in responsibilities. Loneliness and discouragement were my best friends – actually my only friends.

Ever experienced one of those seasons in life when you felt left out – forgotten? Happens regardless of our marital status, background or age. Perhaps you’re assuming the role of caregiver and invites with friends have to fade. Could be you’re overwhelmed with preschoolers, running noses and an overworked husband which evaporates the chances of a “real” coffee and chat. Maybe your work challenges and a chaotic schedule sucks the energy out and minimizes your social life. Perhaps the title widow reigns heavy on your heart and the memories of yesterday leave you wondering if joy will ever return. Regardless of the script, we’re standing alone even in the presence of many.

Right when I thought single parenting defined and minimized me, I accepted an invite. My introverted self covered up with labels of my own choosing showed up and met the sweetest group of friends. Stepping out of my comfort zone never looked so scary and good. Not only did they invite me into their Bible Study, but my son was welcome too! Week after week, my soul was fed, nurtured and blossomed. Sure there were invites I had to decline, but grace filled sisters didn’t let a no dictate our friendship. And when other’s lives were moving fast and I found myself on the curb alone, God reminded me of His desire to steal me away with Him. He taught me the fine art of social balance and engaging the gift of solitude. God was the one who gave me the courage to accept, participate and maximize this season of loneliness.

Total isolation is never God’s plan. He longs for us to be in community with others. He delights in seeing His children remembering those who are going through challenges and carving in margin to reach out to them. Grace waits. Grace accepts. Grace invites despite a previous no. He is our closest companion, and He longs for us to uncover the hidden joys birthed in the midst of our loneliest hour.

“Father, we are never forgotten, never alone, never without hope when we place our trust in You.

For His Glory

Janet Martin
TRBC Women’s Life