The No-Longer-Lonely’s…

20 hours.

That’s the amount of travel time that I spent getting to and from a place where I spoke and sang on Friday night.

9.5 hours to get there and 10.5 hours getting home, all for 1 hour of singing/speaking.

I am now sitting on the flight home typing this blog as the last few of those hours go by. Outside the window I see clouds and the setting sun, even though when today’s travel began the sun was just barely starting it’s ascent into the sky.

I sit and think. Why do I do what I do? Why would I travel so much knowing that there is a high likelihood of men with broad shoulders sitting next to me on planes, forcing me to lean like the Tower of Pisa for an entire flight or women at airline check in counters, who don’t like the look of me and the guitar on my back, who give me a hard time about carrying my guitar onto the plane or people leaving me in the cold waiting for them to pick me up while my luggage surrounds my feet, or many breakfasts, lunches and dinners that will consist of only the peanuts or crackers or cookies the plane supplies?

Because, each time I do, I come off of the stage and speak to the people that were sprinkled throughout the audience who connected with what I sang.


All of these things I wrap carefully into songs. Weaving them bit by bit with melody and lyric, hoping for that moment where, what I have learned, what I know, what I question, and what I search for meets the same in someone else and the two of us can share our stories and see that we are not alone.

Once again, this happened on Friday night and once again I left knowing that this is what I am supposed to do.

So, now, as I look out the window, the sun now hidden until morning, I see the un-countable dots of light that are street lamps and signs illuminating cities where people finish their days. I think of how many are celebrating or smiling or surrounded or hopeful or giving or laughing or satisfied or at peace. Then, I think of how many of them are feeling isolated or lonely or hopeless or un-championed or unnoticed or unwanted or unheard or unvoiced. Maybe there are those out there for whom my words are their words. Maybe their story is my story.

I travel looking for these people. Then, I step onto the stage and I hand over my words, hoping that they are present in the audience so I can say, “Here, these are for you. I think we share a bit of the same story.”

So, if you are there, out in the crowd of faces at my next show please say hello. Let me know that you are one of the No-Longer-Lonely’s. We could stick together, all of us, and make quite a rag-tag group.


About sarah macintosh

I am Sarah MacIntosh, formerly the lead singer for a band called Chasing Furies. I am a writer. Some writing has melody some doesn't. Some writing is for myself and some is for others. The songs tend to bubble up inside for quite some time and eventually burst out later with or without a guitar in my hand. Recently there have been towering highs and plummeting lows in my life all which have been carefully guarded by my Savior, Jesus. It is these things that have been written about on scraps of paper, tattered journals, and my faithful mac laptop. These words jotted down have swirled around in my head until they have finally come out of my mouth in melody. Melody and words have joined together and are now being carefully placed and suspended in time on tracks that will eventually be a cd. I will crack the door so that you can see what has been written... here and a a hotel... View all posts by sarah macintosh

5 responses to “The No-Longer-Lonely’s…

  • carolyn rennie

    This is Great!!! Thank you Sarah!!!

  • Jannette

    I never thought I would be a stay at home school mom, watching four beautiful, wild, screaming, blessings everyday, without visitors. I can count on my fingers the visitors, and that would be one. But I am in the center of Gods will. I also have pain that racks my body every day from a disease, but I know I’m in the center of our Fathers will. And I love to meet fellow Lonley Christians on the road to the celestial city. People may think I’m crazy when I finnaly get out of the house to see another human. But I was created a social butter fly, and have no clue why I have the lot of lonliness. But I sure can see others that are hurting, like a sore thumb sticking out, our a mile away, however it is I see them. It is so awesome when we can relate to people who are in need of Jesus with skin on. When I flew out from Cali to Florida to see my Dad who was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I was not on vacation, but ministry. I was happy to finnaly be out of the house, going on a trip, but I saw what you saw when we were descending into the sea of Los Angela’s lights. I was amazed that there were people in the cities. And EVERYTIME I herd an airplane afterwards, I was amazed that there were people I the tiny plane way up high. May the Lord continue to give eyes to see, and hearts to reach out. And it’s nice and exciting ALWAYS, to be back home! Especially when it’s raining. And Sarah, I may never get a chance to sit and have coffee, or tea, but I love to read what God has put on your heart. I’v never seen a picture of your little girl, can you post one? Love and Blessings, Jannette

  • Jennifer

    Everywhere you go that I know someone in that place I send them to. I send them to be blessed, meet the Lord in His magnificent throne room, and to learn from you what reckless abandonment means and how Gods strength comes out in our vulnerability. You have been one of my favorite teaching tools about God because His love and His hurt come out in your words along with His joy. You are a noteworthy leader and I am so grateful for your obedient sacrifice. Thank you

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