A few years back I had started praying for my future husband. I would be sitting on my bed like the patient princess I am (just kidding).. but I would be sitting on my bed looking out of my bedroom window, thinking and praying. The light would be shining through my window and I would be admiring the beauty that God had given me to look at. Other days, it would be pouring down rain but I would find it just as beautiful. Other times, I would climb the ladder to the R.V in my parent's driveway and lay down on the roof and admire the beauty of space and the stars. How God in all his majesty just kinda threw the stars up there. And most of these times that I would pray and talk to God, I would pray for my husband. I would pray, where ever he is and whoever he is that God would keep him. That, whatever he was going through, if it was situations similar to mine that he would know that God has him and loves him. That God would bring this man closer to him and that one day, he would find me.
A few years later came D.J.
We technically met in high school. He was the cute popular guy and I was the not so noticed nerd girl. Half the time I honestly felt like Mia from Princess Dairies accept, I never turned out to be some future royal queen. Anyways, we had one class with each other and the first time I saw him I thought he was attractive but I left it at that and pushed him out of my mind. We never talked. We were never friends. Yet, I was still praying for whoever that guy might be.
I graduated and was about to turn 19.
I was learning a lot, spiritually and I really wanted a good group of friends that I could just be myself around. Most of those turned out to be family but D.J quickly became part of our little group. He wasn't able to come to my birthday bonfire but he was the only one who got me anything. One day, we planned a outing to the movies and I remember standing there waiting for everyone to show up so we could all see the movie. I can't even remember what movie it actually was... anyways D.J and I started talking more. At the time, I was terrified of getting a job but at the same time I thought I needed one. Every guy I had talked to before seemed to not care if I had a job or just not care at all. He said I should get a job and asked why I wouldn't get one. I was shocked and thrown off guard. He was the first guy to actually dig a little deeper and be honest with me. I think I honestly admired him more after that and even before... and I got a job. Talking with him became easier and easier.. and his kindness toward me won my heart.
I couldn't admit it to myself for months though.
I have never been in love before nor, had I ever felt like this about anyone. I denied it to everyone that I liked him but I felt like it was wrong to say that and that I needed to tell someone the truth. I wanted to contain it but I couldn't. I talked about him constantly, to everyone. I wanted him to say that he loved me but did he? At last, we went to a movie together and he asked to hold my hand... well he asked twice because I was too shocked that he had asked me the first time. I had never met anyone so sweet and nice to me. He loved God. I just knew this was the one I had been praying for.
The one I had been waiting for...
xxx A.M.M
