There’s a French expression that doesn’t quite translate into English: “like a hair on soup.” You’re having coffee in Starbucks and enjoying the alone-time when someone you vaguely know intrudes on your peace and quiet…like a hair on soup. That’s the gist of it.
One week ago, I stood in a wedding reception feeling very much like a graying strand of hair floating on a bowl of social soup.
Actually, I wasn’t alone. I was attending Maggie’s nuptials with my designated “plus one,” that tag-along friend who lends conversation to awkward silence and offers companionship to alone-in-a-crowd discomfort. At this particular wedding, sadly, my “plus one” was my cell phone. While jovial throngs of strangers crowded around lavish catering tables and yelled over the sound of an 80’s cover band, my “plus one” and I huddled in a dark corner by the gift table and engaged in a few rousing games of Solitaire.
I am a single woman. It’s not an affliction and it certainly isn’t a curse. It’s a relational status, one that seems to cause a bit of discomfort among married peers who wonder whether condolences or congratulations are in order. It’s hard for anyone to know how to respond to singles when there are such broad differences among us. Stereotypes pigeonhole us into manageable sameness, but we’re as diverse as the gift-wrapping on a table full of wedding presents.
I spend a lot of time talking with young women about the lives they dream for themselves. The conversations invariably turn to marriage and motherhood, aspirations that seem to come built-in to the identity of a majority of growing girls. Some would tell you it’s society that imposes the yearnings. I believe they’re hardwired into our souls by the Creator who designed us for relationship and initiated the first marriage by creating Adam and Eve of and for each other. The problem is that sin and society have evolved in the millennia since Eden. Eve didn’t have to read self-help books, hone her small-talk skills or photoshop her eHarmony profile pics. When she breathed her first breath, she found one man before her—one good and God-fashioned man. He wanted no one but her and she wanted no one but him. And both were initially sinless. How simple.
The greatest inhibitor of marriage today is sin. Don’t get me wrong—I am NOT saying that being single is a sinful state. Some of the most admirable and godly women I know are unmarried, and most of them are thriving (God doesn’t diminish our potential to live a full life and influence our world because we are unwedded!). What I’m trying to say without offending or oversimplifying is that sin has perverted our relational universe.
- Sin has made both men and women prone to relationship-ending flaws.
- Sin has altered the check-lists we keep for prospective spouses (kindness and godliness have slid to the bottom of lists where sex-appeal, wealth or notoriety now reign supreme).
- Sin has eviscerated marriages that were initially God-centered and good, causing cynicism about an institution that at its root is noble and rewarding.
- Sin has caused society to judge and diminish those whose relational status is deemed pitiful or incomplete.
- Lastly—and perhaps most importantly for young people with matrimonial aspirations—sin has dramatically and tragically limited the number of Christ-believing men (and women) available for marriage.
When a young lady tells me how committed she is to finding a man who is devoted to Christ and a pursuit of righteousness, I gently point out that her high standards may also be a commitment to singleness. If she truly desires to marry without compromising essential values, she just may not find the man who “fits the bill.” In the Christian world, it seems that deeply spiritual single females outnumber similarly-minded single males nearly two to one. There’s no arguing with that math.
Adding to the lopsided playing field is the Biblical gender-role paradigm that makes men the pursuers and women the…wait-and-hopers. If a single man has the desire to be married, he starts shopping around until he finds the woman who matches his ideals and proposes to her. If a single woman has the desire to be married, she must somehow let men know that she’s available, then wait and hope that some bachelor who isn’t too flawed will actually ask her on a date, then pray that he likes her enough to pursue a relationship that may culminate in a slow walk down a petal-dusted aisle. She has nearly no control over the mechanics of courtship. Some would suggest we need to alter the paradigms we adhere to in order to allow women to take the lead in mining for diamonds. I’m not sure I agree with that, though I understand the impulse. The ability to actively shape one’s relational future in our culture does generally belong to the male party…and we’ve already established the scarcity of willing and qualified Men of God.
So how do single women respond to being unmarried? Some thrive, some thrive-and-yearn, some just yearn, and some despair. It would be a mistake to generalize all singles as being incomplete, unhappy or bitter. In my case, I am joyful, engaged in vital work and taking full advantage of the freedoms and bonuses of living unattached. I am also intimately aware that there is a marrow-deep longing in me for a relationship that transcends anything that is possible in the realm of singleness.
To be completely honest, I am equally aware that going from thriving-single to married would require some sacrifices and concessions I’d find difficult to make. But that core-level yearning outweighs the hesitation. I’ve had dear friends try to talk me out of the longings, explaining that they’re manufactured by societal expectations, that they’ll fade when my hormones die down (!), or that men are mostly jerks, so who needs them anyway. I’ve seen friends decide they hate the thought of marriage because it makes it easier to live without it.
But I’m not willing to sacrifice the desire for dual-oneness placed in me by God for the sake of practicality. I believe that stifling the longing in that deeply feminine part of my being would deaden all the other attributes that reside in that same place of tender womanness: nurture, intimacy, sensitivity, compassion, empathy… Though living longing-free might be a welcome luxury at times, I’m not ready to part with those other precious feminine gifts in order to achieve it.
So on this Valentine’s Day, as I remember the beautiful sources of love God has showered on my life, it is with a lucid mind and a grateful heart that I acknowledge my singleness, celebrate God’s goodness, embrace whatever the future might hold and rejoice with those who are blessed by twoness on this special Day of Love.
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Michele, Thank you for sharing. My sister (39) and I (44)have discussed many of these same thoughts as the years have gone by in our “waiting on our man of God.” It wasn’t until I was 40 when I truely became at peace with the idea that I may always be single…that the plan for my life may always be about “other-people’s-families” and not my “own.” It doesn’t mean I don’t ever dream about a “Mr. Right” in my life. It just means my life is about where I am and who I am with…not a dream. Live the life the Lord has given you. Honoring Him is what matters in Heaven.