The miracle that could never happen.
The miracle that could never happen happened in 1969 when I remarried. I had thought it was a miracle to marry the first time. To imagine a second was beyond me.
“I think we need to get squared away how we feel about each other.”
Just before our graduation, he took me out for a walk and he said, “Bet, I think we need to get squared away how we feel about each other.” I was floored! I almost went through the sidewalk because I didn’t know Jim had any feelings for me. My Mama had told me when I…
“You have every right to ask me to leave.”
I wasn’t stringing him on. My mind was totally closed to the possibility of a third marriage. I thought, “This man could not possibly be serious.” He was just a very kind, polite, southern gentleman…
He stole our spot.
My sister and I headed into the Saturday night service as usual. However, things did not go as planned. When we went to our normal seats we found that someone else was sitting there. We were rather incredulous. Everyone knew that THESE were OUR seats. We settled on sitting directly behind the fellow who stole our spot. Thus for an entire service I stared at the brown hair of my future husband…
“Not if he was the last man on earth!”
Maybe it’s not all that unusual of a story.
Single girl meets single guy.
Starts with a letter.
Ends with a kiss.
Just another love story.
Except maybe for the part where we decided to marry six days after we met.
God took something that was meant for evil…
…there are girls out there worth fighting for still and there are guys out there willing to fight.
two kinds of hope
We’d never even talked on the phone before—just written back and forth on Facebook for the past four months, but it was as comfortable as could be from the get-go. He was sitting at a table when I walked in—not holding a rose like in romance novels—but reading a book in true Trevor-fashion.
Unexpected Grace
I am a woman who is bound first, above any other loyalty, to the authority of Scripture and the lordship of Christ. I knew that, to this point, I had been equipped and gifted by the Lord to serve Him as a single woman, and these passages, in the New Testament in particular, that seemed to indicate that maybe if you could serve the Lord as a single, then you should. And I said, “I need to know from God’s Word: Is there freedom to consider marriage?”
It began at a wedding
After a dozen rounds of questions and answers over four months (all by email) there was one point when I took too-long to respond, and Jana gently hinted that she needed me to tell her where this was going, and if it was going anywhere.
He didn’t meet some of the criteria on my “list.”
Though Jon and I often say we wished we’d met each other earlier in life (he’s 36), in reality, God’s plans and timing are always the best. I couldn’t see then why it took so long for me to meet the man I would choose to spend the rest of my life with, but Jon is definitely worth the wait and years of character-building singlehood.
“I cannot decipher my thoughts.”
As the months went on, I began to understand more and more about how my (INTJ) brain worked. Thoughts were thought of and feelings followed. First, I had to logically determine my thoughts about Randy and wait until my subconscious felt safe enough for emotion to appear.
They played Rook and the sparks flew
At 29, Ellie realized that if she were going to get married, God would have to bring someone to her. When Don offered to fix her radio, she thought, “Lord, this is the kind of man I would like to have as a husband.”
The End.
The End.