For obvious reasons, I’ve been thinking about weddings a lot. Not about my own dream wedding, but about making that type of commitment to one man, for the rest of my life.
A former roommate (and current blog reader), Cindy, would have phrase she’d say when she’d come home from yet another of her friends’ weddings. “The cheese stands alone.” You know, from “Farmer in the Dell?” Everyone else gets picked, but the cheese stands alone.
As much as there is joy and happiness in seeing a good friend get married, there is some loneliness in being left behind. We’re social creatures, and I believe that we’re designed for marriage. That desire within me is good and right…as long as marriage stays in its place, not taking the throne of my heart.
I often say that I’m okay with being single, as long as I’m not the only one. When I take the time to count my blessings instead of crying over my losses, I do realize that I have a sweet life now. Many of my favorite things about my life would be changed if I were no longer single. It seems like I have to remind myself over and over to enjoy them now while I have them.
But yet part of me worries about being the last one married (or never married at all). What if all my friends get married? They all want to be married, so of course I want that for them as well. But selfishly, I want at least a couple of them to stay unmarried at least for as long as I am.
As my roommate rode with me on our way back from Georgia and heard me tell the story of what Cindy would say. Her response?
“The cheeseS stand alone.”
Indeed. Why do I worry about the possibility of being the only one of my friends still single? That’s not where God has me yet, and may never have me. And if that’s where He wants me, He’ll give me the grace to endure it.
So maybe the cheese doesn’t stand alone after all.
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