On a recent trip to the beach, I taught my sons how to body surf. We had to wait for just the right wave, and jump at just the right time. Sometimes they got impatient and jumped too soon and I left them behind as I rode into shore. We never had to wait more than a few minutes though. Waiting for a miracle can take a lot longer.

This morning, I will go to church and there will be an empty seat beside me. I am waiting for God to fill it. I will probably cry, as I have done almost ever Sunday for the past nine months or so. I cry because I feel sad. I cry because I look around the room and see husbands and fathers with their arms around their spouses and think, “why can’t that be me? Why won’t the man I love support me that way?” I cry because I want a partner. This life is not easy, and I want a man to wrap his arms around me and say, “why don’t we pray about this.”

But most of all, I cry because I know this is not our final resting place, and I want the man I love to join me for all eternity.

So, I will continue to wait. If you are waiting, won’t you please pray with me?

Dear God,

I am sorry, when I get mad and question your timing. I pray for the man I love. Thank you for bringing him into my life. He has been a blessing in many ways. Please come into his life today and reveal yourself to him. Show him your goodness in an unmistakeable way. It feels like it would take a miracle for that seat to be filled next to me in church, but that is what I am waiting for and expecting. Please God, I need a spiritual partner with whom I can rely on to strengthen me in faith. Thank you for answering this prayer.

I pray all this in the name of Your Son, Jesus.

With love, from Your daughter. Amen