I’m tired of going to bed alone.
I don’t mean that in a sexual sense, just that singleness seems synonymous with loneliness the most at bedtime. I can fill the rest of my life with fulfilling relationships, but this is one area where that just won’t do.
The other night was one of those nights where I just can’t get myself to go to bed because it’s hard to remove all the distractions I use to keep from remembering I’m alone. These nights aren’t that frequent, but when they happen, they’re overwhelming.
But Saturday I found hope in this: These nights are numbered. Of course, I’d like to think that they’re numbered because I’ll soon have a partner in life, but even if that’s not true (or never will be true), they are still numbered as my days on this earth are thankfully numbered. One day, God will save me from this world (via His returning or my death) and there will be no more lonely nights, no more tears.
“And He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away.” – Revelation 21:4, NASU
If you are a follower of Christ, you have the same hope. Whatever misery you know or trial you are facing, these days are numbered. That’s not the only hope…we also know that God will give us the grace to handle whatever situation we find ourselves in. But sometimes, knowing that this too shall pass is a greater comfort.
If you’re not a believer in Jesus Christ, you are right to be hopeless. I don’t mean that there isn’t any hope–God has/is offering you the same hope in Jesus Christ–but if you refuse this hope, life really is hopeless.
These nights will continue to be hard, but I’ll take heart in remembering that they are numbered.
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