Single and Afraid

“You have an impossible wish.”

The young woman’s words were soft and apologetic, but they lodged in my chest and turned my stomach, voicing the old fear, the one that always prickled beneath my skin. The fear that I hid while I wore the mask of confidence and accomplishment but that I lamented night after night on a salty, mascaraed pillow flattened by the pounding of clenched fists. Will I always be single? Will I ever get married? The words blurred the festivities of the Lunar New Year celebration planned by my Chinese university students, of the red and gold and songs and dumplings they had lovingly prepared. It was no longer a celebration but a nightmare carnival, one where my reflection in the fun house mirror was actually real. I had walked around in blissful ignorance for years, and now I saw myself for the distorted mess I truly was.

Single and Discouraged

“Are you going to try it?” an older coworker, the one who always made me feel safe with his fatherly smile, asked. “She told me I was going to have an interesting weekend.”

A fortune cookie, I smiled. It’s as harmless as that. The Chinese student tipped a vase full of red tipped sticks. They clattered softly, forming a messy stack. She examined them and flipped to a page in the black book inked with fortunes and translated methodically:

“You are not the type who should get married. You are better off being alone.” She paused, then looked up. “You have an impossible wish.” My smile melted, and her face became an embarrassed apology. “It’s just what’s in the book.”

Of course I didn’t believe the fortune. Of course I knew it was meant to be one of the many lighthearted festivities, along with the pork dumplings and calligraphy and magic tricks. And of course I’d been walking with Jesus for long enough to know that words chosen at random from a little black book had any control over my singleness. But when a wound is open and festering, even a harmless breath of wind is pain.

It was February 15th. The timing of it all seemed like a teasing from God, a cosmic joke at my expense. Another Valentine’s day had passed with no man in sight. How could I be single at this age? Twenty-seven was coming next month, and I was further than ever from my heart’s desire. I had once imagined that at twenty-six, I would be in ministry with the man of my dreams with baby number one on the way. Instead, I was living alone in Savannah, Georgia, far away from my home state of Maine and even farther from all I’d ever wanted. I knew I had a life that many would envy. Here I was, the youngest professor in the ESL Department of a prestigious art school.

But I wanted none of it. I had never wanted any of it. 

And that hope, that bubbly hope that had paced my step for years, of joining with a godly man of passion and purpose in ministry and mission, seemed more and more to be a figment of my imagination. I knew the words were random. I knew they held no prophecy or truth. But they knifed the wound that was already gaping and infected. And on that February 15th, my heart sank lower as I grieved the past that hadn’t held what I’d hoped for and scanned the barren future ahead.

Hope didn’t die, but it retreated. Hope didn’t die, but it wept anew.

Single and Disappointed

Now, as I am about to turn 30, the longing to be married is still strong and the disappointment even stronger. There are no clichés or platitudes that can talk this reality away. But I know that my story is not unique. Just in my small community, there are many godly, vibrant, beautiful women my age who are living the life they’d always feared but never truly expected: single, no husband, no family, and no men in sight. If you’ve read this far, this story just might be yours as well. Like me, you might be one of those Christian women who were promised a husband and family at a young age and are now floundering as what’s been promised has not come to pass.

We are all different, but many of our stories share a common thread. If you grew up in the Christian culture of the 90s or 00s, you were likely told to pray for your future husband, to write letters to him, and to wait for him, because at just the right moment, God would “blow your mind with a love story greater than you could fathom.” The counsel of older sisters and mothers in the faith gave us a sense of security that we would have husbands and children far before 30, just as they had. This was the future we had put our hope in, but this hope has disappointed us.

3 Ways to Respond to Unwanted Singleness

As I face each day of a reality that I did not plan for and do not want, I’ve found myself doing one of three things:

  • Denouncing
  • Despairing
  • Digging Deeper


When my prayers continue to not be answered the way I hope, I find myself denouncing God’s character. “If God is good and hears my cries, then why am I not married?” I pile up evidence against him, counting each day of unfulfilled desire as a proof for the postulation that He is not good and does not care. When I denounce, I become a cynical and bitter version of myself, refusing to remember the many times He has shown that He is truly a good Father who has faithfully provided for my needs.


A close relative of cynicism is despair. I often pour my heart out before God, but I remain firmly planted in the belief that he is powerless to help or simply doesn’t want to. Despair has led me to dark places, as far as having thoughts of not wanting to live if God doesn’t plan to fulfill my desire. In despair, I do well in crying out to the Lord, but I stop short of the beautiful pattern of lament and trust in the Psalms.

Digging Deeper

In the Psalms, I see the raw cries of those who felt forgotten and abandoned by God. In their prayers, two themes emerge:

1.         They were unafraid of pouring out the darkest thoughts of their heart to God.

2.         While shouting their afflictions, they kept His promises in view.

Psalm 42 is a beautiful example of these 2 themes. The Psalmist is honest about his state: “My tears have been my food day and night…I say to God my Rock, ‘Why have you forgotten me?”, but he comes back to the Lord’s goodness: “Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.”

The parallel lament and trust in the Psalms show me that I can bring my questions about God’s involvement in my life to Him in all their messiness and cynicism and weariness, trusting that He will give me wisdom and hope that see beyond human logic. Cynicism and despair are ploys to keep me from communing with the very One who made me, knows me, and loves me. On the days when all I want to do is protect myself with sarcastic barbs or stay in bed with the covers over my head, I’m learning to bare my heart to the One who created it while proclaiming his promises.  

Single and Surrendering

For me, this season is one of unclenching the fists that have held to my own desires for more than a decade and opening my hands to the abundance God has for me. His abundance may not look like I had imagined it, but as I begin this journey of surrender, I find my eyes clearing and my vision broadening to just how good He truly is. And when I’ve finished this short stint on earth, my eyes will be fully opened to how the story he wrote with my life is more glorious and meaningful than the one I would have penned.

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  1. As someone who didn’t marry until 33 and had her one and only child at 37, I can sympathize. It was not what I expected either. Now I am 69 and my life has not been easy or picture perfect. My husband and son struggle with depression and health and employment issues. So I walk with God the best I know how. That’s all any of us can do. He is good and merciful.


    1. Thank you for the thoughtful reply, Jeanne. Yes, I’m learning more and more how good and merciful he is–regardless of the circumstances. I and others in my family struggle with chronic depression, so I can empathize.


  2. When God said ‘it is not good for the man to be alone; I will make him a helper” (Gen 2:18 ), barriers were few – only a garden and the power of God to create a beautiful woman. Sadly we have created many more economic, educational, geographic, personality, and goal barriers. After performing nearly a hundred weddings, I have seen all barriers fall to the power of agape love in the hearts of two persons. So many dissimilar couples have stood before me ( at many more than 30 years of age), and trusted God to teach them how to love Mr. or Mrs. Imperfect. It was often true that these people had to open their hearts to someone less than perfect, but willing to let God give them a different vision of love.
    I have been married for 51 years to a woman who was willing to take a chance with me, as imperfect as I was with nothing to offer but dreams of the future.

    I weep for your unfilled desires and hopes for love and family. I pray that you find joy and peace as you draw closer to Jesus.


    1. Thank you so much for your thoughtful words, Dr. Hopper. Yes, the barriers abound today for sure. But I know the Lord hears my prayers, and that his answer is for my best, even if I don’t understand it at the time. This is much easier said than done, but He is teaching me.


  3. This is sad, and I grieve with you for your unfulfilled desires……but wait…I can only say that at the age of 71 years of age, I, too, have unfulfilled desires. I am not “over the hill,” and quite frankly I don’t know what my age means in terms of what I am supposed to look like or act like or even carry myself in this youth culture we have, but you are not abandoned by God. He has His own agenda. I have been married twice and divorced twice, and it is not like I can relate to you, but I will tell you that the women I chose to marry….I believe they were not God’s best for me, and the marriages began and ended very bitterly, and the children I have fathered do not treasure or bless me because I am their father. But there is hope. There is always hope. I have been alone now for over 5 years and it is not a pleasant thing, but I do know that God has said it is not good for us to be alone. But I am still waiting, and the whole mentality of “true love” and the like….well….hmmm….it is either wait for the romantic notion or the Hollywood movie, but God has ordered the steps of our lives….and it is in His hands we await the person who will rightfully complete us. Thank you for your words. They have come from your heart……


  4. Saw this from Challies’ email. Thank you for sharing; it can be difficult in the waiting. The Lord has never failed in His timing on things. Remember, His lovingkindness and His song are there with you, as it was with the psalmist.


  5. Hope-this is absolutely beautiful! Your words just flow across the page and you paint a picture as if I was there with you. I appreciate your vulnerability so much. You are a wonderful writer!


  6. This one kicked me in the gut. I was also there. I did not marry until 29 and at 33 I am still childless. I remember these feelings all too well. Except I’m an adjunct faculty member. So the PhD that (at least in part) kept me from my desire to be a stay at home mom did not actually lead to professional success either. But on the upside I do have a wonderful husband.

    And so it goes.
    I’m not dead yet, and God is in control.

    If all else fails, to paraphrase Paul our present suffering is but a brief and momentary affliction and does not weigh up to the glory that awaits us in eternity. That is not an insignificant thing


    1. Thank you for the empathy, Hanlie. At times, I feel as though the grief I have over this is not valid or overblown. I know that I have the tendency to idolize a future marriage; still, when my heart is fully surrendered to God, I still struggle with the desire! But you are right, the glory that awaits us will make all of the trials we suffer on earth pale in comparison. I pray that God fulfills your desire for a child!


  7. Although I’m married with children, this article touched me. Particularly with regards to how I talk to my children about their futures and not assuming they will marry. I will be more careful about how I speak to them One of my best friends married later in life- when she was single, she used to say “God’s best isn’t second best, and God’s best for me now is to be single.”


    1. I often wonder if I would be having such a difficult time with being single at this age had the possibility of marriage been framed differently. I would say the general Christian culture of the time had perhaps an even louder voice than did individuals (books like “When God Writes Your Love Story” [the woman who wrote it married at 18!]. I think that’s wonderful that you’re thinking of speaking to your children differently about this. If I have children someday, I’m going to strive to do the same!


  8. Thank you so much Hope! I’m almost 30 and still single. At the moment I’m struggling and wrestling every day. People around me are married and busy with children. It feels like I missed the station and everyone goes/travels on. I read your article. Thank you so much. To know there are other people who understand your feelings, it gives courage!


    1. I’m so glad that the article encouraged you! It is still a daily struggle for me, but it also gives me courage and comfort to know that I’m not the only one 🙂 Many blessings!


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