A Prose: My Left Hand
A Snapshot in Time
Our last blog post How to Pray for Your Wife as a Single Man featured Jon sharing how he navigated being single in his late twenties. As you may or may not know, I’m a tad bit younger than Jon and my journey through and experiences in being single were quite different than his; some ways of which I explained in my last post A Former Skeptic’s Journey Toward Marriage. Today, I want to share with you an unedited little slice of my heart from summer of 2016 – I was navigating being single during a time of yearning for what had not yet been provided and as you’ll see, it was peppered with doubt and questioning. I share this not as a woe to the unfulfilled longing, but as an appreciation for the place the Lord brought my heart given my previous hesitations toward marriage. For me, the longing was part of my journey toward the altar.
A Prose: My Left Hand
It’s the first thing I notice. A diamond. A band. Is it there? Is it not? I scan the room, searching for someone who shares a bare left hand with me whom I can relate to. More often than not I find myself in the minority; most times the only one. You see, my left hand is bare. Besides my mother’s ring that I wear on my thumb, I have no diamond. No band. It classifies me as single. I’ve had placeholders before; a ring gifted to me by my grandfather, my grandmother’s ring, one I even bought for myself. Unsure why I ever wore them on my left ring finger, I took those off a couple years ago. Maybe it was self-protection from unwanted approaches or unwelcome questions; a guard, if you will, from men who aren’t serious about pursuing a woman’s heart. Yet also, functioning as a “Beware, Stand Back” sign. I’ve tried on sparkling rings; just to see what it would look like on my hand – all the while, really wondering if I’ll ever let one be placed there by a man who chose to love me and spend the rest of his life with me. Maybe. Hopefully. Maybe not. But until then – if there is a “then” – I’m surrounded by adorned left hands. Silver, platinum, gold, rose gold, precious stones, diamonds, wood. And that’s ok; I’m happy for them – I just hope they know what they have and treasure it.
Today, I treasure my left hand, in different ways than I did four years ago. I’m glad it was bare for as long as it was and I’m glad it now houses the symbol of my marriage to Jon. My challenge to you, married or not, man or woman, anticipating or content, is this: whatever your left hand looks like, and regardless of whether it reflects your desires or not, don’t let it define your happiness and joy – instead, let your happiness and joy rest in the hands of the God who provides good things for His children.
“If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!”