Lasso the Moon

Participating in a church worship service every weekend has become bittersweet to me. I love singing about the eternal glory of the Lord and learning about my relationship with and to Him, but I just feel sick when I enter the room and see so many couples and single women, but almost no single men. It's like a double slap in the face: look at the people who have what you long for (a romantic relationship), as well as the slim odds of finding a God-fearing man (the abundance of single girls and very few men).

I pulled into the church parking lot 5 minutes after the Saturday night service had begun last week and just started to cry because I knew that the scene I described above was waiting for me inside the church. I just didn't want to do it, to sit alone and see all of that. I almost left and drove back home, but I went in and sat through the service instead.

On my way home, I realized that my mom had mentioned that the moon was supposed to be huge that night, so I looked up and searched the sky, but found nothing. Then I realized that the moon was hidden behind thick clouds. I half-joking, half-serious, prayed, "Jesus, I really wanted to see the moon tonight, please move the clouds."

Not even 3 seconds later, the clouds began to move. I laughed out loud, kept driving, and watched in awe as the clouds slowly continued to spread out and reveal the beautiful moon behind them. By the time I was home, the moon was hanging in the sky without a cloud anywhere near it.

No, I might not have a human lover in my life and yes, I may have to sit alone at church fairly often, but I am my Beloved's and He is mine and He went and got the moon for me that night.