The Truth About Loneliness

I am the one who answers your prayers and cares for you. (Hosea 14:8 NLT)

Without question, the emotion that most consistently brings me to the very fringes of myself is not frustration, not anger, but garden-variety loneliness. For me, this is the root of all the others. The belief that I’m alone in the world, that no one has my back, has the power to crank my emotional equilibrium left of center.

As an introvert, it seems like I should be immune to loneliness. Give me a free day, and I’ll scoop it up and steal away alone.

But there’s a big difference in being alone and feeling forgot-ten or unseen.

In recent years I’ve faced this struggle more than ever before. I don’t understand why God allows it. Shouldn’t my faith be all the protection I need against this peril?

Two days ago, I finally recognized the power Satan has over me in this area. I hand him this weapon, and he finds it quite effective. If he can convince me I’m alone in the world, I willingly fork over a portion of my holiness, no questions asked. He fuels my pain as I lash out or become withdrawn or paranoid. He greases the rails of vindictiveness, and I ride. He double-binds me to myself—a guaranteed recipe for disaster.

This web widens, my fragility dangling more precariously in the balance with each silky loop. I circle back, telling myself I’m all I’ve got. Buck up. Better get used to it. Who needs them, anyway?

Friends, I wish I could tell you loneliness is a lie, the economy of the enemy dealing empty hands with dead eyes. But I keep watching the way God scoops me out of these valleys, and I can’t find a way around it.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer writes in The Cost of Discipleship, “It is Christ’s will that [man] should be thus isolated, and that he should fix his eyes solely on Him.”

That is where my pitiful humanity wrecks this gift of loneliness. Over and over, rather than fixing my eyes on the One who loves me best, I frantically scan the horizon for a jeans-and-sneakers person to save me. I run to my husband or my mom. Affirmation is only a text message away. From the security of the school pickup line, from the comfort of my kitchen, I can yell for help and someone will throw me a float.

And yes, this is community. Yes, God loves His people through His people.

It is our unequivocal duty to love the lonely. We should be linking arms with the outcast, remembering that sometimes the outcast wears $200 jeans and drives an Audi. Sometimes the lonely sits in a nursing home, but she also sits next to us on the bleachers at gymnastics practice.

I feel like my relationships and my sanity might be protected if I learned to lean into God’s presence rather than fumbling for the sick comfort of anger and self-pity.

I know God allows me to occasionally feel the burn of loneliness not only because He wants to rescue me but because He’s called me into community, where others are lonely. Sometimes we need to feel pain to recognize pain.

So, if you’re lonely, let me remind you that you’re not alone. Alone doesn’t exist within the bounds of God’s love for you.

The truth about loneliness is that it brings us to the edge of ourselves, which is actually the goal. Refuse to wrestle this gift from the Giver. Hold it as an opportunity to be cared for by the only One who really can. Let Him heal you. Then bear your scars as holy tattoos connecting you to the rest of His kingdom, marking you as the healed.

Prayer:

Jesus, I am so thankful that alone doesn’t exist within the bounds of Your love for me. I want to choose to hold my pain as an opportunity to be cared for by You, the only One who really can. Over and over, help me hand You my loneliness and bear my scars as holy tattoos, witnesses to Your healing love. Amen.

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