From Miss to Mrs.Found in: Main Articles
Life sure races by, don't you think? It can look vastly different in no time at all. My last post in April 2015 is about two weeks shy of when I reunited with a man who captured my heart in a way no other could ever compare, two weeks shy of the beginning of a new story altogether.
I am a married gal now. But not very long ago, I was just like many other single girls, wondering if that day would ever come.
For a long time I worked in ministry alongside other young women who loved Jesus, and saw one by one as they happily married off. Wearing tears both joy for them and hope for my own heart, I told God I would wait for His very best; I knew deep down He wasn’t holding out on me.
Oooh, but it felt like I’d been waiting forever.
It was about this time last year (give or take a few days), Jonathan and I caught up at a dinner where everything changed. Sometimes people run parallel in different lanes, and you see pieces of God in the story at the time, but its hard to understand the fullness of what He’s doing. That is where we were for a long time before last year, when suddenly our lanes collided and it was clear that the time was right for us to continue in the same lane for all of our days.
And so we did.
August 29 was the night he knelt down on one knee at the top of a beautiful bell tower, asking me to walk with him forever. I obviously said YES. As he still knelt with the ring in hand, I asked “are you going to put it on me?” He did.
December 30 we committed to each other, exchanging vows and celebrating with everyone we love. Every time I recount the moments, I am in awe. I am choked up even as I write, reflecting on how God made a way at every turn and met us in every need; He set the pace for what is to come, inviting us on an accelerated journey to come into union with each other and with Him. And as each day passes, the adventure becomes sweeter and sweeter.
Today I love him more than the day before.
And tomorrow I will say the same.
I never would’ve pictured my life to look this way, had you asked me a year ago. I always envisioned this tedious long and laborative process before my husband would ever come. I expected all these boxes that need to be checked off before happiness and companionship and vulnerability and love would become my reality.
But that’s the funny and surprising thing about God. He’s not bound to the way I perceive or expect His plan to look.
And I’m so very glad for that.
“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23)