Not Meant to Be: Trusting God for the Redemption of Singleness
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Still single at 40.
Many single Christian women desiring marriage find themselves dealing with disappointment due to unexpected singleness, especially when they believe God designed them for marriage. How should we view unwanted singleness? Is it God’s plan or His punishment? Is it His gift or our fault? And if we feel disap
Joanne Hofmeister
Joanne Hofmeister is a writer and poet with a passion to live as a redeemed woman in a broken world. She has published numerous articles about singleness online and holds a BA in communication/writing from Moody Bible Institute and an MA in communication from Southern New Hampshire University. Joanne lives in Franklin, TN with her husband, whom she met after completing this book.
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Not Meant to Be - Joanne Hofmeister
Joanne Hofmeister
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© 2018 Joanne Hofmeister
Published by: Inkwell Literary Press, Nashville, TN
ISBN (Print): 978-0-692-07259-2 (E-book): 978-0-692-07260-8
Cover design by: Sarah Siegand
Interior design by: Sarah Siegand
Cover Photography by: Julia Sudnitskaya
Headshot Photography by: Daniel Vertay
Scripture quotations in this publication are taken from the following versions of the Bible:
the New King James Version (NKJV). Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved;
the New American Standard Bible® (NASB), Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission. www.Lockman.org;
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The Message. Copyright © 1993, 1994, 1995, 1996, 2000, 2001, 2002. Used by permission of NavPress Publishing Group.
To
Sheryl Cook, who understands—
thank you for listening, being the first to read my manuscript, and
living a life rich with redemption
and to every beautiful daughter of God
trusting Him to bring her a husband
table of Contents
Introduction: For this we have Jesus
Part I: Not Meant to Be
Chapter 1: Old Maid or Specially Gifted?
Chapter 2: Victim or Conqueror?
Chapter 3: Choice or Sovereignty?
Chapter 4: Hope or Disappointment
Part II: Redemption
Chapter 5: Being Rescued from Loss
Chapter 6: Responding to Sovereignty
Chapter 7: Counting Loss as Gain
Chapter 8: Anticipating Life as it was Meant to be
Introduction
For this we have Jesus
"But, Lizzy, I would wish . . .
I should so much like . . . to marry for love."
- Jane Bennett in Pride and Prejudice¹
I wrote the final version of this book during my fortieth year. Just after my forty-first birthday, right before I picked up the manuscript from my editor, I had my first date with the man who became my husband.
But as I finished this book, I didn’t know that date was going to happen. I didn’t know marriage was waiting in the wings. At that time, I couldn’t understand why I had been waiting for marriage for so long. When I was a child and a teenager, marriage and motherhood were always represented as the normal progression of life for a girl fairly soon after high school or college graduation. This circumstance—goal, even—was especially upheld and valued in Christian communities since marriage and its fruit of children was instituted by God. I grew up in a Christian family, attended church twice every Sunday and on Wednesday nights, and went to a Christian school. My logical expectation and desire was to grow up, get married (ideally in my twenties), and have children.
And so, my reality of still single at forty
felt like the thing that was not meant to be.
I never believed, however, that being single meant I was out of God’s will
in the sense of being disobedient to His Word. I thought my job was to wait, and His was to act. I never thought that God disapproved of me because of my marital status. Rather, I expected Him to fulfill what I thought was His vision for my life. As the years went by and that vision didn’t come to pass, I grew, at first, discouraged. I sought God and His Word for answers. When I turned forty, discouragement deepened into a dark disappointment, and I sought the help of Christian counselors in my desire for answers.
I needed to understand. I needed to know how to think about my singleness, God’s design of marriage and family, and what I should realistically expect for my future.
This is the story of my quest for understanding, and the truth of God that lighted the way.
I am single and disappointed.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the only one who feels this way. Single Christian women generally don’t talk openly about being disappointed with their singleness. Many of them appear to be filled with faith, waiting on God’s timing. I often hear of women being content while contending in prayer for marriage,
believing the day will come when a man will walk through the doorway of their lives, and the rest will be history.
As yet, there isn’t that history for me and many of my friends, my never-married friends, and even some long-time divorced friends and acquaintances. All waiting and waiting. I’m waiting with them. How I have longed, and dreamed, and anticipated. I have hoped and believed.
I have expected love.
Love from a godly man, and yes, maybe good-looking, too; a special prince of a man, honored and respected, doing the work of God’s kingdom. I expected him to come in the years when men typically come, in the days of youth and beauty, when women flower and ovulate and bounce into motherhood with vigor.
But he hasn’t come.
Maybe it’s just not meant to be.
Yet, I thought marriage was God’s intention. I thought this is why He created Woman, partly—to be the helper of Man. To be his glory and crown, loved and protected, supporting, strengthening, and beautifying his life. Like pillars sculpted in palace style, to which the daughters of Jerusalem were compared—graceful and majestic (Psalm 144:12). Like the pillars of Solomon’s temple, named Jachin and Boaz—established and strong, through a deep relationship with the Lord (2 Chronicles 3:17).
Oh, I wanted to be that ornate pillar to his temple.
Beautiful, yet functional. Blessing and contributing and helping the way only a woman can. I thought this was why God gave us this desire for relationship, for nurturing—to be the heart of a family, as my mother was. To make a home. To raise children to also go out and bring God’s light to the world. To be part of His plan for changing society and modeling His ways through godly families.
I thought that was God’s intention. And I still believe that it is.
That’s why to me, it is prolonged singleness that’s not meant to be. As a human being, I was designed for the partnership of marriage. As a woman, I was fashioned to bear children. As a follower of Christ, I thought marriage and motherhood were a part of God’s plan for my life.
For years the conflict has been building: God’s intention and my experience. My faith and reality never touching, like train tracks vanishing into the horizon of someday, someday, where they will merge together into fulfillment. Yet, every time the someday seems to have arrived, the tracks are still as far apart as they ever were.
And the horizon seems just as far away as it ever was.
I spoke to a 49-year-old, never-married woman from Canada about this disappointment, its reality. About whether others really feel it as well. I think it’s people not being honest,
she said. They are either fearful of letting God clean out their closet because it’s all going to come cascading out, or they are just choosing not to go to that place.
I like her closet analogy. While I know not all unmarried women are disappointed or fearful (I don’t like to make total generalizations), I think she’s right. I suspect there are many closed closets ready to burst, many rugs thrown over broken hearts.
I think so, because I don’t want to go there myself.
I don’t want to peel back the layers of my heart and see what’s there, to open the closet door and know what falls out. I don’t want to look under the bed or the rug, or investigate the cobwebs in the basement.
Somehow, though, deep and lasting disappointment that gathers length and shadow with the passing of time has a way of making itself hard to overlook. Making it hard to hold the door shut, to keep the carpet down. To overlook the cobwebs or the dust bunnies as they spill out from beneath the bed.
In the darkness one longs for light.
But when the light comes, there’s nowhere to hide.
I turned forty this year, and the doors finally broke off their hinges. Forty, with its new little roll of belly fat. With its diminishing bloom at the half-point of life, the prime past, the ovulation less plentiful, and the single men like hidden treasure. I am not a wife and don’t know if I will ever become a mother. Other dreams about my life’s work and calling have not come true. And my mother, to whom I was very close, has recently died. I did not look forward to my fortieth birthday.
I suppose grief and disappointment serve at least one purpose—to make us long for the light more than the external doors and carpets and beds behind and under which our hearts take cover. Eventually, the weight of the stones in our hearts, whatever their cause, drag us down until we can hide them no longer.
And this is how I arrived at forty: legs buckling, ankles turning, tears no longer stuffed behind the shutters of my eyes.
I reached for help outside myself, the decision having been confirmed by Scripture: You will show me the path of life; in your presence is fullness of joy
(Psalm 16:11, NKJV). Now, I step onto that path and sit from time to time with a woman named Lisa, who listens as everything gushes out.
And the Holy Spirit speaks. He flips on the lights, and I wince at the brightness. I lay everything out to be seen and examined, not by myself in the corners of the basement, but with an honest Christian woman in a comfortable room upstairs in a little house with musty old wooden floors, a place that feels like home. A place that feels safe.
Yet, the Spirit speaks before this. Speaks after this. Speaks in my morning reading of the Word. Through the pastor, the small group, the radio, the worship songs. His voice tumbles toward me at every turn. Flashes of light, like circles from a flashlight or patches of sunshine through leafy tree branches, illuminate something I need to see. His golden threads of light string one feeling to the next, tying together experiences and thoughts, connecting the hidden alcoves and corners of my soul until I start to see clearly. Until I begin to grasp each golden cord and follow it from place to place, untangling what has been, for who knows how long, a dark, heavy mass. Because a life of disappointment is not God’s intention, either.
The Spirit of life and truth, of peace and comfort, is always whispering, singing, painting through flowers and clouds and the colors of sunlight, speaking through men’s voices and women’s voices and black-and-white words, speaking in His own still, small voice of Christ, the living Word.
Christ, the Redeemer—that name of His I love most. Without Him, there would be no light, no places for hearts to mend and heal, to unwind and untangle the darkness and falsehoods that flood it with disappointment’s black ink—even when it’s about long-lasting singleness. Yes, even for that unspoken grief, so often seemingly unacceptable to the rest of the (married) Church, there is grace. As my mother would say, quoting the words on a little plaque she read often when the cancer returned: For this I have Jesus.
We have Emmanuel; we have Redeemer. The one who ransomed us from sin’s cursed punishment by taking it Himself. The one who rescued us from eternal death. The one whose resurrection makes us a new creation, even while we are here on this fallen earth.
It is this Redeemer, holding incomprehensible capacity for redemption, that speaks to me about prolonged singleness and disappointment and dreams unfulfilled. He speaks about His heart for me and all His daughters who share my experience.
And so, as I walk forward on the path of life, I write. Honestly and openly. I write as I look inside. I write as I open the door and let out what will come, whether it crashes and breaks or simply floats in the aftermath like feathers from a pillow.
The resulting pages chronicle my inner journey through prolonged singleness. I start with the conflict in my heart, the truth that God created women, including me, for marriage, and the reality that many of the women in my generation, including me, are not married. Beautiful, Christian women, none of us perfect, but all of us seeking to follow God and His plan for our lives. Expecting that marriage would and should be part of that plan, for good reason. Waiting with hope toward the edges of