He’s not a tall, handsome, rich prince. He’s just a man.
He’s a good man. A hard worker. Sometimes short-tempered, though always humble.
But he sure isn’t a prince.
Now that I’ve been married seven years, I can look back and realize how easy it would have been for me to marry someone else. I’m a pretty level-headed girl most of the time, but when it came to men it was easy for me to confuse what seemed good with what was.
The real reason I married him was because my father told me that marrying a servant is better than marrying a prince.
Even after the first year, or second, I’m not sure I realized what I had. But now, seven years later, I see pretty clearly.
There were a lot of things I dreamed about as a young girl, and when my husband showed up, he didn’t look much like what I’d imagined. But I’m thankful, oh, so very thankful, that I said yes to the servant, instead of demanding a prince.
I could have married someone younger. I could have married someone who was taller, or better looking, or someone who had never dated anyone else. Whatever imaginary quality equaled “prince” in my mind, I could have waited for. I could have. But I didn’t.
Instead I married a servant.
The guy that people call when they’re in a bind because if he can help, he will. The one that often gets the short end of the deal because he’s not going to push and he’d rather lose money than lose the opportunity to share the gospel. The man who takes the hard knocks of life right on the chin, because he won’t move from his protective stance around his family, no matter what is coming at him. The one who works long hours and drops his own projects for those around him. Who gives up what he wants to win the opportunity to be Jesus to a lost and dying world.
Girls ask me sometimes, “How do you know who to date? How did you get such a good husband?”
I usually laugh a little. Yes, my husband and I are crazy in love. More in love than any fairy-tale princess and her imaginary prince. But the real reason for that is not because we got lucky, or because we used some magical formula of courtship or dating or not-kissing-until-the-wedding-day. It’s because we both choose Christ, day after day after day.
So the only answer I can give? Don’t look at outward things. No, really. Don’t.
Look instead at what he chooses, day after day after day.
Then, when you’re married and there isn’t enough money, you can know it’ll be okay. Because God is faithful and you’re both choosing Him.
And when heartache slices through your lives, you can know it’ll be okay. Because God is gracious and you’re both choosing Him.
No matter what happens, or what comes, you can know it’ll be okay. Because God is love and you’re both choosing Him.
Seven years later my husband asked me if I would still marry him again if I knew all the trials that would come our way. After all, we’ve struggled to make enough money, and we can’t have babies, and sometimes we both work until our hands bleed.
I laughed. Would I?
If I could do it again, I would have raced down the aisle to him and shouted “I do” at the top of my lungs. Because regardless of anything my husband is not, the thing that he is, a bond-servant of Christ, makes him better than a prince could ever be.