Does God Give Us Soulmates?

Does God give us “soulmates,” or does He allow us to fall in love with those on our path of life?

If God gave us soul mates, then why is the divorce rate so high? Why do people endure abusive

relationships? Do the people experiencing these tragedies fall in love with the wrong person? Or

are we just subject to change?

What about me and my life? Did I miss out on God-ordained people and experiences because I

was too focused on those loitering on my path to have the eyes to see anyone or anything else?

Wouldn’t I find my soulmate when our paths intersect?

Are the people on my path destined to be in my life? Or are they simply lost souls who cannot

find the way back to their own path because they were distracted by someone else’s newly

paved path? Is it my job to help these pathless people find their way back to the start? Or do I

wave a friendly hello, walk around them, and continue on my journey, solo?

I worry that if I get off my path to help you find yours, I might not be able to find my path and

resume my journey. The need to help the helpless has overcome me, however. I have helped

so many find their way; I’ve realized my biggest fear: I have no idea how to get back to my path.

It’s not my fault. All the paths look similar… They all lead up to big mountains that must be

climbed and valleys that must be walked through. Most have plateaus and long, dark tunnels

that go on for miles with a light at the very end.

When I got off my path, I was walking through a meadow, or wait, was it a forest? I’m not sure.

It’s been so long since I’ve even seen my path. I’ve forgotten what it looks like, and now I’m

stuck.

I have nowhere to go, so I’ll wander onto someone els’s path and wait there until someone

passes by. I think I see someone in the distance. It’s Sarah!! I helped her find her path once. I

know she’ll help me find mine! She’s walking fast towards me with no sign of slowing down.

“Please!” I call out. “Please help me.” She speeds past me as if she didn’t hear a word I said,

and she jumps into the arms of a guy whose path intersects with hers, and I am forgotten.

But doesn’t she remember how I got off my path to help her find hers? Can she not still hear the

laughter from the jokes we made? Or feel the love from the memories we share? I guess not,

because she cast me aside for someone whose path intentionally and eternally intersects with

hers.

There’s no point staying on her path, so I move on to the next. There’s a big oak tree with lush

green grass, so I guess I’ll take a seat and wait until I meet someone who can help me.

I’ve been sitting under this tree for a couple of days now, but no sign of anyone. Should I try

another path? Should I walk down this one? I wonder whose path this belongs to and if I’ve met

them before. I’m hopeful the path will belong to a cute boy, and he can be my hero by escorting

me back to my path.

I think I see someone up ahead. I’ll run to catch up to them. It’s a boy! And wow, he’s cute. We

walk for a long while, talking, laughing, and experiencing the highs and lows of HIS path. I help

carry his backpack when we go up mountains and carry him when we trudge through the mud

because I wouldn’t dare let anything hurt him. Sometimes he needs to stop to catch a breath,

and I sit there, holding his hand.

Once he’s up for it, we start again. Off in the distance, I see someone waiting. It’s a girl, and

wow, she’s really pretty. But what’s she doing on my boy’s path? I look around and notice that

her path leads right into his, but that can’t be. He’s mine. I helped him through life. I took his

backpack and carried him and held his hand. Yet now there are three of us on a path only fit for

two, and I’m stuck behind them.

As I’m lamenting, I realize somehow the boy and the girl are a ways ahead of me. “Wait up,” I

call out. They can’t hear me over the girl laughing at the boy’s jokes, the same ones he told me.

I start running, I start sweating, and eventually, when I’m too tired to continue, I start crying.

There’s a tree up ahead, so I sit under its shade. Is this the same tree I sat under when I met

the boy? That’s not possible because the boy never turned around. How did I end up where I

started? Alone. Hopeless.

“This is not where you started,” a voice in my head said. “You had your own path and your own

journey to venture.” The voice was right. I stood up, but when I did, I looked back at the tree I

was under. It would have been so comfortable to stay there in the shade. The grass is soft, and

the breeze is cool… “It’s not your tree,” said the voice. “And it’s not your path.”

Therefore, I leave the boy’s path to look once more for my own. Every time I see a new path,

the voice tells me to keep moving. The voice takes me sideways up mountains and makes me

wade through rivers… It’s the most difficult path I’ve ever been on, and I have no idea where

we’re going, but the voice beckons me further, encouraging me the whole time. The voice

reminds me that He knows how to get me home. I only have to have faith.

As the voice and I walk, I see some familiar faces. They are the faces of the people I helped find

their path long ago. Some of them remained on their path; others were lost once again. The

voice tells me that the only one who knows how to get someone to stay on their path is Him.

Finally, after the longest journey, I see a path that is dusty from non-use, but it’s familiar, though

I almost didn’t recognize it at first; it’s mine. It’s not quite the same spot I left off at; it’s quite a

ways backwards. The voice tells me I’m home and I’m safe. He tells me that when I meet

people on my path who are directionless, it’s not my responsibility to get off my path to help

them find theirs. Instead, I need to tell them about the loving voice who gave me a second

chance and brought me home.

I thanked the voice and began my journey down MY path with joy and gladness in my heart. I

had been lost, but now I am found, and I tell every other lost, pathless person about the most

amazing voice and how He did everything He could to save me and how He could do the same

for them if only they believed.

So, to answer my own question, yes. God does give us soul mates, and He intentionally puts

people in our lives to love and to point to the voice of God. However, nothing in this world can fill

my heart more than God Himself; therefore, I have found who my soul loves. I have found my

soulmate, and it’s God Himself.