Ben got down on one knee, and though he did say more, all I remember hearing was, “Meghan, will you marry me?” To this I shouted, “Are you kidding? You have got to be kidding me!” Eventually, I calmed down enough to say, “Yes.” I feel so blessed to be marrying Ben.
Stories of Young Love
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.
He figured that if he sprang the whole “God wants me to marry you” line, she’d never speak to him again. But he also knew that God is not the kind of person who lets you down when you are trusting Him.
Toward the end of the summer of ’08, I wrestled with the Lord and with my own heart and mind regarding the subject. I distinctly remember walking one cool August night, praying that God would show me His will. I prayed then as I had prayed many times before: “Lord if my relationship with Sophie is not what it ought to be, I pray that you would remove her from my life.”
In the sixth grade classroom up the stairs and to the left, a red-cheeked boy sat behind a frizzy-haired girl. They each wore glasses far too large for their face. He sneezed six times and she rolled her eyes.
It happened to be outside the community theater where her brothers were practicing a play…outside, that is, beside the dumpsters. Not exactly the most romantic of places for a proposal, which is exactly what Rudy was offering Sarah.