Loneliness and The Cure
By Virginia Brandt Berg
There is a mystery in human hearts: To every one of us, from time to time, there comes a sense of utter loneliness.
Some of the loneliest people in the world are those who are constantly surrounded by others, yet they feel that no one knows or understands the “real me.” They may even have an abundance of material things—everything to satisfy every physical need—yet they complain of loneliness. They long to share their interests with someone, to find someone who will listen to their problems and sympathize with them.
We may have a lifelong companion or close dear friends who love us well and are loved by us, but even they will never know or understand us completely. We may climb the heights of success or accomplishment, yet there is no one who can fully share the emotion of that moment when we finally reach our goal. Our dearest friend is a stranger to our supreme joy, and cannot realize our bitter pain. Some tears are always shed alone. No other human being can ever enter the deepest recesses of our mind or heart or soul.
“There is no one who really understands, no one to share all I feel!” Such is the cry of each of us, in turn. We wander in a solitary way, no matter what or where our lot may be. Each heart, mysterious even to itself, must live its inner life in solitude.
But why? Why do we all have this deep craving to be understood by someone? Why this intense longing to have another share our joys and triumphs, sorrows, and defeats?
Did God, who made us a living soul, make some mistake in this, His masterpiece—humankind? Has He left some void in our makeup? He made provision for every other hunger of life: bread for the hunger of the body, knowledge for the hunger of the mind, love for the hunger of the heart. Has He then left the soul unsatisfied, this longing for deepest understanding and truest companionship unfulfilled? Has He left this loneliness of ours unanswered?
There is an answer to these questions. This lack that we feel, this incompleteness, is a need of our soul for God. He knew that when we found human sympathy lacking, we would seek the divine. He knew that this very sense of isolation, of not being understood, would drive us to Him.
God made us for Himself. He desires our love. He put a little sign on the table of your heart, which reads, “Reserved for Me.” In every heart, He wishes to be first. He therefore keeps the secret key Himself, the key to open all our hearts’ chambers and to bless with perfect sympathy and peace each solitary soul that comes to Him.
God Himself is the answer, the fulfillment. Not until He Himself fills that inner longing will we ever be truly satisfied. Not until He fills our life will we ever be completely free from loneliness.
The Apostle Paul wrote, “We do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin” (Hebrews 4:15). Jesus is touched with our every longing. As He enters our life, He becomes our satisfaction. God’s Word says He is a “satisfying portion” (Psalm 107:9; Psalm 73:26). He’ll satisfy every longing of our heart.
God is big enough, great enough to fill any soul. He is complete companionship, ideal and perfect friendship. He who made you is the only One who can fill every part of your life. There’s no need to ever be lonely. Jesus said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you,” and “I am with you always” (Hebrews 13:5; Matthew 28:20).
So when you feel this loneliness, it is the voice of Jesus saying, “Come to Me.” And every time you feel that no one understands, it is a call for you to come to Him again. And when beneath some heavy load you faint and say, “I cannot bear this alone,” you say the truth. Christ allowed it purposely—so heavy that you must return to Him. The grief that no one understands conveys a secret message from the King, entreating you to come to Him again. You cannot come too often.
His presence satisfies the lonely soul, and those who walk with Him from day to day can never know a solitary way.
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