Okay, so this might be long, in which case, you can skip to the end to see my point.
I would like to tell you a story. My father had a good job as a stagehand/janitor at a school. This job gave him the ability to support his family. One day, the faculty at this school decided to put on a ballet. This stupid ballet required my dad to do things that were beyond his capability. Thus, without having a backup plan, he quit his job after ten years. He was jobless, with a family, and had no idea what to do next. He found a maintenance job at an apartment complex 400 miles away. Being the first good job he could find, we left the nice house we had in Wyoming, and moved to Montana. This job was not as good as it looked at first, so we moved six months later to another, significantly smaller town (and I’m talking small, about 300 people) in Montana, this time for a mechanic job, even though my dad had no real experience as a mechanic. Now, during this time, the church in this small town was without a pastor, because their old pastor had recently moved to Billings Montana (the largest city in Montana). There were many pastoral candidates, my father one of them, but in the end, he was not chosen. At the induction ceremony of the chosen candidate, my father met the leader of this church’s district. About a year later, a new church started up in the fifth largest city in Montana (then it was about 30,000 people). The district leader called my dad, asking if he could preach, it was a 150-mile drive every Sunday, and most of the time in Montana, there’s ice. But we went none-the-less. Long story short, my father was the chosen pastor for this church, and he still is pastor to this day. About ten years ago, when my sisters and I were young enough to still be in youth group, one of them met a guy that a few years later, became her boyfriend, and a couple more years later, became her husband. My other sister did the same thing. Now, they both have children, and who knows what the Lord will do through these kids. Now, what if my sisters’ husbands had never gone to youth group? Or what if our church didn’t have a youth group? What if my dad wasn’t chosen as the pastor? What if he had never met the district leader? What if my dad were chosen as the pastor of the church in the small town? What if he really liked the mechanic job, and refused to preach for the absent pastor? What if the previous pastor didn’t move away? What if my dad really liked the job at the apartment complex? What if my dad didn’t leave his job in Wyoming? What if some teacher didn’t want to put on some stupid ballet?
I truly believe that my nieces and nephews are alive today, because God put the notion in some teacher’s head to put on a stupid ballet that would make my dad leave his job.
My point is this, and I know it’s a really cliché phrase, but The Lord works in mysterious ways, often through unforeseeable chain events that ultimately lead to His plan. I know this pushes on the borders of Calvinism, but I truly believe that God knows about anything that’s going down in the future. My father acted completely and utterly under his own free will, but God knew all too well what my father’s choices would be, and saw that it would lead to His plan. It was not this teacher’s plan to put on a ballet, so that my nieces and nephews could be born, but that’s what God did with this notion.
There’s no way that we can know God’s plan. He may plan for us to remain single. He may plan for all of us to get married, and if that is truly the desire of your heart, try for it. Even if it’s not His plan, He can work out His plan through your failed attempts. This may sound discouraging, but it should be encouraging knowing that you’re still serving an ultimate plan, regardless of what you do. And, it’s even more comforting to know that you’re not only serving His plan, but also His will when you do all things to glorify Him. If you’re going to have a marriage that will glorify God, He has already set in motion the events that will lead you to it. If not, then do all things to glorify Him.