“Single” is a descriptive word. It is an adjective–as in, a “single hamburger”. A “single pencil-eraser”. A “single person”. It means, one. Alone, by itself.
Let’s be honest, here, friends, this isn’t always easy. I have recently realized how cranky I get when doing things I feel I shouldn’t be doing, but am because I am not married (i.e. mowing the lawn, placing paving stones in the yard, etc.). I am the first to tell you it’s lonely looking over at the other side of the bed and seeing a pillow (or, incidentally, a book…or a forgotten pencil from my study session…or a cell phone…well, you get the idea.)
However, I think perhaps the word “single”, or at least the idea of the word in this context, should be a verb, not an adjective. It should be something that implies action, being, moving, changing. Changing my thoughts and my heart to realize that the world does not exist for me (and, incidentally, neither would a husband!) Moving to avoid stagnancy in spirituality–instead always being in motion toward sanctification. Being the kind of daughter, friend, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, employee that the Lord calls me to be. Acting to decisively make positive steps toward spiritual growth, as well as toward career development, church involvement, etc.
Not looking at others wondering “why them? why not me?”.
Not letting sadness and lonliness take over my heart so that I am constantly dwelling on them.
Not allowing the ease and flexibility of this period of my life to foster selfishness.
Realizing that this state of life may be permanent, and not being paralyzed by that thought or feeling fearful of the future.
And most of all, learning to trust the great Planner who knows what is best for me and has plans for my life beyond my wildest imagination.