For The Women Who Still Believe In Something Beautiful Ahead
You had a timeline.
Not one built from fantasy, but from faith. From the quiet, reasonable hope that love would have found you by now — that the story you’d written in your heart would have taken shape in the years that have already passed. Maybe you didn’t say it out loud. Maybe you weren’t the one dreaming of weddings or white dresses. But somewhere deep down, you thought you’d have a hand to hold through the decades by now. You thought you’d be building a life with someone who saw you clearly, who stayed.
Instead, you’ve watched others’ lives unfold in ways yours hasn’t yet. You’ve shown up for weddings with a mix of joy and ache. You’ve celebrated milestones for people who once said they’d never find love. You’ve learned to smile when someone says, “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” And still, in the quiet, you find yourself wondering —
“Why hasn’t it happened for me?”
Not in bitterness. Not in comparison. Just in truth. In the quiet ache of knowing you have so much love to give, that you would be a devoted, beautiful partner — and still, love hasn’t arrived in the way you imagined.
If that’s where you are, hear this:
You are not behind. You are not forgotten. And nothing about your story is less meaningful because it looks different than you thought it would.
Marriage is sacred, but it is not the only sacred thing. Companionship is holy, yes — but so is growth. So is purpose. So is peace. You are not waiting to become whole. You already are. This season of your life is not empty space between what was and what might be. It’s real. It’s worthy. It’s alive.
Still, it’s okay to grieve. To miss what never came. To feel the ache of what could have been. God is not impatient with your sadness. He meets you in it. He holds you in the in-between.
You can hope for love and still live fully now. You can long for connection and still be deeply connected to life itself — to the beauty of your becoming, to the holiness of your solitude, to the quiet faith that something beautiful can still unfold in time.
Because even here, even now, God is not finished with you.
If you thought you’d be married by now and you’re not — you are not broken. You are not behind. You are becoming.
And if love does arrive, it will find you not waiting, but living — steady, rooted, and whole.
Until then, may you fall in love with your own company. May you fall deeper in love with God’s presence. And may you remember that you have always been chosen — not by circumstance, but by grace.
Rebecca Simon is a writer and poet. She is the author of two books about the Christian faith: Let Go, Trust God and 111 Devotionals.
