He will not leave you undone.

She stood inside the tiny chapel as torrents of rain pattered against the concrete steps. The door had been swung wide to make room for her umbrella. The sanctuary was small with dark oak seats and no pillow cushions. In the back of the room stood the small square alter, centered in the room. A baby grand piano was catty cornered to one side. The pastor sat up front, stooped over his Bible. Other than the pelting rain outside the room was quiet. He didn't look back as she pulled the heavy church door shut.

Her hurt was filled with anguish. She wanted to crawl to the alter and plead with Jesus to save her from the loneliness and despair she was feeling. She came to the alter without acknowledging her beloved pastor and began to weep.

"Tessa?" the old pastor asked sweetly. His voice nearly whispered to question. His tenderness brought her to further torrents of tears. He came and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Sister." he said nothing further. He waited. He was the kind of man who understood tears and knew that tears often flowed before conversation could begin.

"Oh Pastor" she groaned with her head still bent in a prayer position. She remained kneeling.

"What is it sister? Let yourself cry and then tell me." he implored.

"I feel so completely alone. I miss my mother. I wish I could tell you with words how much I miss her. My heart is crushing everyday with grief. My father is no father. He called me a roommate when discussing me with his girlfriend. I don't know anymore. My former boyfriend refused to marry me and I ended up leaving him. I have no one. All that I have died when my mother died.

There's no one anymore to discuss the things of  God and there's no one to call over lunch. There's no one to talk to, to lean on, to pray with, to even cry with. There's no one to share my life with. My friends are all married now, they all even have children.

I know God hasn't forgotten me and I don't need to ask Him why but I wish I could learn contentment. I wish I could have some comfort. I can't seem to find it. I can't seem to find a man to marry. These men won't even call me back after a date. No one wants me. No one." She burst into further tears.

"Oh sister. The Lord sees your heart and that you are His. He will never leave you undone. He knows that you're in need of a friend, that you're in need of more than a friend - that you're looking for someone to share your life with. He knows. You will not be left undone. The man that is right for you will have a heart adorned in love. That heart will see your heart and you will both be adorned in love for each other. Do not get yourself upset. It will happen. God will do it. What seems impossible to man is possible to God. You are a faithful woman and God never leave you in this state. Trust Him."

She looked up into his sky blue eyes and smiled. "Thank you Pastor. I suppose I wanted to know that God hasn't forgotten me. Sometimes as I look at my friends I wonder what I've done wrong. I wonder where I have sinned."

He frowned and touched her hand. "Sister, you have done nothing wrong. Every good and perfect gift comes from above. God desires to give you help mate and someone to truly love. Dry your tears and give thanks. The Lord always hears the prayers of His children."

She smiled at him and took her seat. He had told her exactly what the Lord had said to her in her heart just days earlier. She just wasn't sure if it was her feelings or if it was the God she served so diligently.