The plane fluttered about and my cup of water gently rippled from the turbulence. I grabbed Matt’s hand and smiled at him. What are you thinking about, he asked. I replied with a shrug. Bianca, I can tell when you are thinking about something that scares you because you get sentimental. I released his hand and rolled my eyes like the strong, independent woman I claim to be. 

He laughed and reached for my hand again.

I tightly crossed my arms over my chest like the immature, sensitive child I’m embarrassed to be. 

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. You’re just really touchy when you think about stuff that scares you. He was right. In a succession of conversations amalgamated into one, I poured out my fear and doubt about the discussion of soul mates. The turbulence made me think of plane crashes. Which made me think of dying. Which made me think of Matt. Which made me think of our marriage. Which made me think of our wedding. Which made me think of our six-month engagement. Which made me think of our 13-month dating period. Which made me think it was too short. Which made me think maybe—just maybe—I’m not Matt’s soul mate. 

I don’t like cleaning. I’m not financially organized. I don’t like baseball. I don’t like the cold. I don’t like action films or comic heroes. I don’t like change. I don’t like decision-making. I don’t like, I don’t like, I don’t like…

Two weeks ago my sister belted out a diatribe about her belief in the cosmic, kismet matching of one person, your soul mate, in what is truly considered love. I was there the day she met her husband, the day they went on their first date, the first time he kissed her, the day he broke her heart, the day he asked her back into his heart, the day he proposed, the day they got married, and the day around the dinner table almost 15 years later. If there were ever a pair of soul mates, it would be them. 

On the plane I thought about the conversation and wondered if my Matthew found his soul mate and I mine. He kissed my hand, which he uncoiled from my arm, and said, You have this fear because you’re not sure you married your soul mate. Don’t worry. I married mine, so by default you did too!

By default?! Oh, sweet Lord! I married a lawyer! His answer wasn’t enough for me. I had to do my own research and find my own answer to the perennial question: Do soul mates really exist? 

In Western culture we get the understanding of soul mates from Plato’s Republic. In a reading of his work in college, I discovered the gods split individuals in two and banished them to opposite sides of the known world. If they found their other perfect half, it was considered to be the missing part of the soul. Hence, soul mates.

Though I love Plato and his Socratic wisdom, this view is not substantiated in the bible. The only match I could attribute to soul mates was Adam and Eve. She was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh, a perfect match for him. But was she half of him? Was she bore from his soul? Or was she formed by God’s hand as one suitable for Adam? 

Though I don’t believe in Platonic soul mates, there is something in the idea of soul mates that I’m holding on to. Call it romantic or idealistic or lunatic, there is something about idea of soul mate that resonates deep within. A partnership inseparable, unbroken, perfectly matched to fit together after wandering the earth for your other half. 

In Mark 10:7-8 we learn that when a husband and wife marry, they become one flesh: “ ‘For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.’ So they are no longer two, but one.” One flesh? Two parts making one flesh? Do you SEE THIS?! It’s soul mates. However, it is the marriage covenant that solidifies the union, the partnership, the wandering other half to meet the kismet match of divine orchestration!

I may not like budgets or laundry or baseball, nor have I been with my partner for 15 years, but I love Matt who owns a piece of my soul. When I’m not around him, a piece of me is missing. When he frustrates me, inordinate grace must be extended because he is a part of me. When I’m banished to the other side of the unknown world, he will find me… because he is my soul mate.

Do you believe in soul mates? Why or why not? 

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