My marriage is part of my testimony to how awesome the Lord is and how His plans are always greater than ours. Things in His will are going to happen. I have always been fearful of needles and sharp objects. When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I heard someone say that before getting married, one must have a blood test performed. It was then that I told myself (and a few others) that I did not want to get married. I had no use for girls or relationships. I was just going to spend my time as a boy following sports and not chasing girls. At one point I realized that deep down I was somewhat interested in girls but it was like on the surface I never pursued any relationships. I could not come to grips with the fact that I probably was somewhat attracted to some of the girls I knew. I essentially played hard to get through school, never so much as even attending a 1:00-3:00 dance in the school gymnasium, not to mention (gasp) dancing or dating.
By the time I reached high school, I started to pinpoint one or two girls that I did have a lot in common with; that were Christians, did appreciate sports, and were generally fun to be around. However, both prospects were “taken” at the time. I did begin to admit in prayers that I guess I could get married if I ever met the perfect one. I would pray that the Lord would lead me in the right direction. If it was meant to be, it would happen.
By the time I reached college, I had still never been on a date, let alone been involved an all out relationship. I definitely began to take greater notice of the females, and also became aware that so many of the girls out there were full of one flaw or the other. I know that Romans 3:23 says that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but I wanted my future wife to be “perfect”; just right. She had to be a Christian. She had to share a lot of the same interests as me and have similar moral values. It was as if I had a list in my brain of prospects that could be crossed off the list if I knew they weren’t a Christian, hated sports, smoked, drank, used profanity, etc. The list of “prospects” was very short. However, through the peace of the Holy Spirit, I never feel that I worried. I always thought I’d be content to live alone, watch sports, and be happy. If that perfect woman was out there, then I knew I would be led to her.
By the time I reached high school, I started to pinpoint one or two girls that I did have a lot in common with; that were Christians, did appreciate sports, and were generally fun to be around. However, both prospects were “taken” at the time. I did begin to admit in prayers that I guess I could get married if I ever met the perfect one. I would pray that the Lord would lead me in the right direction. If it was meant to be, it would happen.
By the time I reached college, I had still never been on a date, let alone been involved an all out relationship. I definitely began to take greater notice of the females, and also became aware that so many of the girls out there were full of one flaw or the other. I know that Romans 3:23 says that all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, but I wanted my future wife to be “perfect”; just right. She had to be a Christian. She had to share a lot of the same interests as me and have similar moral values. It was as if I had a list in my brain of prospects that could be crossed off the list if I knew they weren’t a Christian, hated sports, smoked, drank, used profanity, etc. The list of “prospects” was very short. However, through the peace of the Holy Spirit, I never feel that I worried. I always thought I’d be content to live alone, watch sports, and be happy. If that perfect woman was out there, then I knew I would be led to her.