How God Brought Me My Husband

How God Brought Me My Husband

Typically, I write about trauma, self-help, and such. But in honor of my recent wedding anniversary I would like to tell you about the testimony that is my husband and I’s meet cue. I am going to tell you the story of how God brought me to my husband.

God has always been so good to me. I don’t say this to mean I’ve had an easy life. Far from it actually. But I say it to emphasize the fact, despite the many hurts and trials in my life, when I remained obedient and true to my faith God has always brought me out of the darkness and into the light.

As a young girl, like many other young girls, I dreamed of getting married. I prayed for a man who would love and adore me. A man who would love God first and fight for our family no matter what. I imagined what he might look like, what he might enjoy, and what personality he might have.

But never, in a million years, could I have envisioned my husband today.

The Hurt Surrounding The Answered Prayer

When I met darling husband, I was depressed. I don’t like to admit to the fact that I was in such a low place, but I was. My parents had just gone through a very brutal affair. Life at home was rocky and in order to start a new life, my parents moved our family across the country.

In the middle of my senior year of high school, I was picked up and moved over 2,000 miles away from everything I knew. But I was hopeful. I knew that it was the right thing to do. Despite having several offers from family friend’s to allow me to stay and finish my senior year, I could feel God pushing me to take this step of faith.

At the time I had a boyfriend who I was head over heels for. We had just recently started dating and I wasn’t positive I’d marry him or anything, but I thought… maybe. When I moved he promised to come and visit during spring break. My parents even offered, that if he wanted too and he saw a future with me, they’d let him move in with us. Progressive, I know. The insanity of that offer is a whole other story.

On the night of our first day in the new house, I received a text message from my boyfriend. The text message, in summary, said: “I can’t move with you and therefore I won’t date you anymore. Sorry.”

I was HEARTBROKEN.

The accumulation of the family drama that had been evolving for years, being dumped by a man I was (shamefully) obsessed with, and the recent revelation and decision to face my childhood trauma had me broken down. I spent many nights crying and I hardly went out or talked to anyone at the new school.

I was just trying to make it through.

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Obeying Even When It Hurts

After almost a month of allowing myself to wallow in self-pity, I decided to get a job. I knew that college was coming up and even though I had no idea how I would get accepted anywhere since I’d just moved after everywhere’s application deadlines had passed, I knew I would need money.

So I searched for a job. I applied to several places and kept getting told no. I’d never been told no before and it was shocking for me. On one of my job hunting expeditions, I found myself sitting in the parking lot across the street from the small town’s Dairy Queen.

Up to this point, I had been avoiding fast food. I didn’t have any good reason, maybe it was pride. But in that moment I heard a small still voice whisper to me: “Go.”

So I drove over, applied and got a job as a crew member at Dairy Queen.

It was here that I met a beautiful, vibrant young woman who was also a senior in high school. Excited for prom, and kindness in her heart, she asked me if I was going. I hadn’t made any definite plans, but I did want to attend my senior prom, I sort of just shrugged.

“You should be my best friends prom date!”

The idea of going to prom with a boy I’d never met was enough to make me want to vomit. Other than my extreme fear of being taken advantage of, I was still sorely shook up from being dumped. I politely declined.

But she was persistent and today I understand why.

While making an ice cream cone one shift, the small still voice spoke to me again. “Go. Say yes.”

The holy spirit propelled my legs forward over to the beautiful vibrant young girl.

“I’ll be your best friend’s prom date.”

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Going To Prom With A Blind Date

I went to prom with that boy. I took a blind date to my senior prom. It was by far the most spontaneous thing I’d done in my life.

I say he was a blind date, and he was. But we did meet in person before prom. We were introduced and hung out in a group a few times before the dance. And he actually asked me to go mini-golfing once before the dance. I said yes, assuming he didn’t want prom to be awkward and thought we should spend time together.

The boy was quiet. I’d never met a more shy boy. I was shocked to find out he was so shy considering he had also agreed to take a random girl to prom.

But he was also kind, always on time (on the dot), and considerate. He had all the manners a girl could ask for. He was a sure and safe bet, which in my world was as good as gold. I think the amount of craziness and uncertainty I had been dealing with the years before made him even more enticing.

Falling in Love with a Boy Who Was Leaving

After prom, we started seeing each other more and more. In fact, during summer we spent almost every day together. But there was one problem. He was moving across the country for college. All the way to, are you ready for this?

30 minutes from where I had just moved from.

If that isn’t scary weird, I don’t know what is. Here was a boy that I would have missed if I hadn’t moved in the middle of my senior year. If I stayed in Arizona to finish my high school diploma and then moved, it would’ve been too late.

We dated for 3 months before he moved for college. I had no intention of dating him in the beginning and when we did, I had no intention of it lasting longer than the summer.

But as God would have it, we continued dating – long distance.

We saw each other for one day, MAYBE a weekend once every 2-3 months. It was difficult and heart-wrenching. Long distance is not a joke. We were in different time zones, both going to college, both going to work. We found time anywhere we could and many nights we stayed up way later than we should have.

I think I walked around half asleep during college, just because I wanted to be able to talk to him for maybe an hour.

A Happy Ending

On our 1 year anniversary of dating, he flew home to surprise me.

We were at a restaurant in a private room under the guise of celebrating my little brother’s birthday, which happens to be the same day as our anniversary. I felt a tap from behind and turned around to see the boy I had quickly fallen in love with and given my heart too.

But when I sat back down, he pulled my chair to the side and got down on one knee and proposed.

That boy is my husband. We have been married for one whole year now. While it may seem like a small number, just one year of marriage. I feel as though I have known him my whole life. We have a stronger relationship than anyone else we know and I know that our marriage was blessed and arranged by God.

And as beautiful as our story is, it wasn’t easy.

God’s Blessings Aren’t Always Easy

I know God brought us together. He told me to move across the country despite the many reasons I had to stay. He told me to work at a very specific Dairy Queen, despite earlier saying I would never work there. Then even after I said no multiple times, he places in that beautiful young girls heart the persistence to introduce me to her best friend. And when God told me to say yes to a blind prom date, he also told that boy that I was the one.

My darling husband knew I was special from the first time we meet. A small knowing inside of him.

There were things that didn’t match up too though. At the beginning of this post, I told you I wanted a man who loved God. When my husband I first met, he was not a believer. He lied to me and said he was, but I later found out that he was not a man of faith.

Despite realizing that he was not the Man of God, I had prayed for I asked God if I should break it off. I prayed and contemplated it for several days, knowing that I didn’t want to marry a man who didn’t share my same on-fire belief system. But God quieted my spirit and reassured me, he was the man I was met to marry.

While we were long distance, he began attending church and battling demons of his own. And before I knew it, he was correcting me and reminding me of what it means to have faith. Today and every day, he grows more and more into the man I always dreamed of and then some.

In many ways, he is exactly the kind of man I knew God had for me. And in other ways, he is nothing like who I imagined. But either way, we are exactly who God created for each other.

What Does It Mean For You?

I write this to show you that God works in mysterious ways. Never did I think I’d have to move across the country to find my husband. Nor did I think he would be the kind of man he is. My husband is wonderful, but a shy introvert is not the kind of man I pictured myself with. But he is exactly who I am meant to be with.

I don’t know where you are in life, but if you are in a hard place. Keep moving.

Don’t give up.

I promise you, that if you are obedient to God’s word and his will for your life, he will bless you. It might not be how you imagined or when, but he will bless your obedience. The blessing may not come easy, you may have to work for it and work at it. But he will bring you to the right doors and encourage you to step through.

Who knows, your blessing might be right around the corner.

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