I have a rather different experience in all this than I've heard mentioned. I met my future wife, Kim, when I was 27. I didn't know it at the time, of course. We were good, even best, friends for eight years. I didn't really see her as a potential wife... not that I never thought about it, but I had reservations and was looking elsewhere. Finally God spoke to me and basically said, "You and Kim together is My idea... stop hesitating, everything will be fine."
That was the assurance I needed, so we started dating. It took her another year to have the same assurance from God. Ten years after we first met, we got married. In retrospect, this was almost a fairytale way to do things. Grow in love for years and then finally marry your best friend. Indeed, my wedding day was the happiest day of my life. We went into marriage with both eyes open, knowing that it would be a lot of work regardless of how well we knew each other, but we were committed, till death us do part. Certainly I had found "the One".
Well, the fairytale only lasted three years. We had a great relationship, and were growing more in our love for each other as the months passed. Then in the Fall of 2004, Kim got sick. She was diagnosed with stage IV pancreatic cancer. Eleven weeks later she was dead. The pain I felt was... words fail. Pain, loss, doubt, depression, anger, despair. Was I thankful for our three years? yep. But still angry at God? you bet.
It's been over four years since then. I wish I could say everything was fine now, but that would be a lie. I have more questions than I have answers, more pain and despair than I have peace and joy. There are many days when this life down here on the surface of this planet seems completely pointless, excruciating on top of that, and I just wish, sometimes even pray, that God would take me Home. So far He has not chosen to grant that request....
Okay. What can I say of a positive nature...? Several things. Whether I can see it or feel it I know that God loves me. Sometimes that is absolutely all I have to cling to. Another thing... God is faithful. Many times I have not been faithful to Him, but He has never forsaken me. Further... whatever I go through, whatever I have to say to Him, ask Him, scream at Him... He can take it, and He meets me where I'm at, loves me no less. He knows me inside out and still loves me. Not only that, but He understands -- He is no stranger to suffering, after all. Lastly, God offers hope. This has been the hardest one for me to hold on to but I still claim it and type it here.
So, with regard to "the One," I've been there, done that. I met her, I married her, I lost her. Can there be more than one "the One"? Well that's kind of a contradiction. I don't like being alone, and God knows that. In my better moments, I'm even convinced that He cares. So if He chooses He will bring someone into my life, but I'm not really waiting or looking. Indeed, the emotional logistics of marrying again are difficult -- in many ways I still feel like I'm married to someone who is no longer here. But this too God will have to work out. It's totally in His hands.
I know this post has not been completely uplifting, and for that I apologize. But it has been real, and from my heart. I hope and pray that it will bless someone, and perhaps touch them where they are at.