Time. What a concept. I seem to never possess an adequate amount of of it,
and what I do hold zips by at lightening speed. Buzzes right by. I blink and just
like that, it’s nothing but another memory.
I recall sitting in a desk tarnished with pencil markings
and Sharpie doodles, wishing every day away except for Friday-Sunday. My mind
would meander days ahead, craving for time to pass rapidly.
I just didn’t get it.
So often, I recall a conversation with a treasured friend that took
place about six months ago. She and her husband slipped away for an impromptu date
night, while I spent time giggling and twirling the night away with their
girls.
After many out of key lullabies and smooches goodnight, the
princesses were each asleep, and I tiptoed back downstairs. Shortly after,
their mother snuck back in, joining me in the quiet. For a while, we chatted
candidly about their date- how sweet it was, how romantic her husband was at
the restaurant. She beamed. My heart filled as I felt myself hopeful for those
moments. Those future moments with whoever my sweet Father is preparing for me.
Then, tears filled her eyes, as she
turned her gaze towards me. She looked to me, as as she knew what I was dreaming
of. My mind will never be able to forget the weighty words she stated:
“Oh, Lauren, please enjoy this season for what it is.
You
will never, ever get it back again. It will never be the same.”
Tears rolled down her face as she spoke truth to me. These
single days- they are the most special. These days without a husband, children, mortgage
payment, responsibility... they are distinct. Set apart. Marked with purpose
and scripted for God’s very own glory.
It will never be the same.
As I continue to walk with Jesus, holding onto the very hem
of His garment, I must face the facts. How am I using my free time to advance
the Kingdom of God? These days-where my responsibility is focused completely on
myself- How am I using them for Him? Am I spending every single moment, every
single day, for the expansion of the Kingdom? Am I taking this season of singleness,
of solitude, for granted? Or am I using it for what it’s meant for?
My heart beats fast for women’s ministry. My very soul longs
to see women come to a better understanding of Jesus Christ. Everything in me
yearns to see women chasing the Lord in a real, radical, dangerous, precious kind
of way. Will I spend my free nights, mornings and weekends pouring out into
those younger, those older, those around me during this chapter? Or will I grasp
them selfishly for myself?
I am reminded of Esther immediately... a woman whose story
is spelled out in scripture. A woman with her own book. A woman with her own
story. A woman that had to make critical decisions- problematic ones. No, not
just decisions about what tiara to wear with her evening gown- but decisions
that would, and did, affect an entire people group- her people. In Esther 4,
Mordeicai, her “Big Brother” figure, tells her, straight up, “Who knows? Maybe are
RIGHT here for such a time as THIS.”
Such a time as this. Single sisters. Do not let impending
engagements, deep desires, or love life letdowns distract you from such a time
as this. May we not hoard our free hours for naps, Netflix marathons or laziness, but give them freely to Him- to do what He wants with them.
Your nights are not reserved for cooking a meal for a
husband, or calling out a child’s spelling words to them. You do not have
twelve loads of laundry ahead of you when you get off of work. You aren’t
hopping into a mini van to pick up 3 worn out children from soccer practice every afternoon.
Your days are free. Wide open. Special, in the sweetest kind
of way. Are we wishing them away, wasting them away, or committing them to
ministry? We choose, and we must choose wisely, for we will never get this
season back again.
“Don’t listen to one thing I say, but this: spend single
days with the Prince of Peace. Chapters close. Chapters open. Use all your free
time with your Holy Husband. Bask in Him.”