...meeting my spouse will indeed be a miracle as I've jokingly said for years. Anyone ever getting together is a legitimate miracle!
What if we're not doing anything wrong? What if precisely where we are, who we are, what we're doing, and how were struggling is where God wants us to be? And what if, quickly and easily, God will lift our burden when He decides it's time?
Yet, my brain capacity is closer to that of a turtle than that of Our Heavenly Father. His wisdom is infinite. My is finite. I only know so much, and He knows so much more.
The good ones are the exception, not the typical. I was expecting the good ones to be the typical. When I found the opposite, it was hard to let go of my expectations and accept the reality of my career instead of the fantasy I had built up in my head for years.
There's no physical nor scientific way Abraham saw the septillion stars of the universe and could fully understand God's promise to him. And neither can we.
I doubt I'll ever completely understand or even appreciate my season of singleness, but I know this: God formed Adam alone purposely.
"If love did not have hope, its sufferings would be torture, and love might seem loveless" Fulton Sheen wrote.