Just in time for Valentine’s day, I’m about to get all sappy on you guys. My love story with my husband is funny for so many reasons. God was definitely using that time to grow my faith and trust, but I believe it was with a sense of humor sprinkled in along the way.
So to give some background without too much detail, leading up to dating, I was anxious and eager to officially be his girlfriend. Later I find out that he only started considering me dating material right at the point when I was waiting for him to ask. When we start dating, it’s everything I hoped. Finally! I think. He’s come to his senses!
After about 9 months, I graduate college and move near him. We’re happy, and I hazily dream of a wedding sometime in the future. When our women’s ministry leader asks me about marriage, I brush it off, saying maybe, someday. She looks me dead in the eye and says, “He wants to marry you, you know.”
And then the world starts spinning. Suddenly the eager one is putting on the brakes. Whoa, whoa, whoa. This is happening too fast. We’re too young. What if he’s not the right one?
We are now on opposite sides of the spectrum. I feel nervous around him, unsure, questioning. I pray for God to make it clear, as he usually does, but never on my timetable. Meanwhile friends are starting to get engaged, and I’m getting more nervous.
One night, I am working at my job, with plans to meet James after. But the night goes unexpectedly long, I don’t get to eat dinner or take a break, and at around 10:30pm, I still have a forty-five minute drive home. I call him, sad and exhausted, to the point of tears, frustrated with the job, and with life in general. He asks if there is anything he can do.
“I wish you could just give me a hug and tell me it’s all going to be okay,” I say.
“Where are you?” He asks.
He meets me at a grocery store off one of the exits on my way home. The minute I get out of the car, he is hugging me. “It’s all going to be okay.”
We go inside, and he gets some peanut butter and jelly, bread, chips, and fruit. We sit in his car and eat. At this point, it’s abundantly clear to me that this is the man I want to marry.
Seven years (the time when apparently most marriages go south) and two kids later, I’m still happy with that decision. I’m still amazed that God handpicked just the right man for me – patient, honorable, humble, and thoughtful.
Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope you enjoyed a little more sappiness in your day