How I Met My Husband.

Over and over again throughout my twenties, I envisioned meeting my future husband. I wondered where. And when. And how it would happen. Many times we sat down next to each other at church. I was introduced to him by friends. We bumped into each other at the grocery store. I even danced with him in my dreams.

I anticipated “The Day.” Every day. For years.

And for years, I was disappointed. Every date. Every set up. Every man. Every. Single. Time.

Until this day… April 20, 2002.

To my surprise, we weren’t singing praises in God’s house. We weren’t introduced by our Bible-believing friends. Nor did we have a divinely orchestrated meeting in line at Publix. Instead, the man I would one day spend forever with sat across from me. In a bar- Of all places.

Dressed in a stark white, collared shirt, his big blue eyes, dark brown hair and contagious smile begged me to go talk to him.

“Amy… Are you crazy? Nice. Christian. Gentlemen. Don’t come to bars.” I told myself.

“They could.” I responded. “You are here. Aren’t you?”

“You have got everything to gain. And nothing to lose,” I told myself. “Remember what you always say… You miss every opportunity you don’t take.”

And with that little inward dialogue, I left my seat to parade myself a little closer to him. As I did, that hunk of a man sitting across the bar leaned his chair back and asked if we could talk. He wasted little time on small chat and cut right to the chase.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” He asked.

Feeling a school girl crush I thought would end for sure the moment I laid my heart on the line, I answered truthfully, “What I want more than anything… is to be a wife and mother. So if in five years, I could be anywhere, that is where I would be.” I beamed.

In that moment, the Red Sea parted and the heavens opened wide. A piece of my heart had been swept away.

This one conversation. That looked nothing like I envisioned. In a loud, smoky room filled with beer drinking strangers, started a love affair that could be scripted by none other than the Keeper of the Stars.

Isaiah 55:8-9,For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts.

For years, I put God in a box. I expected His answer to come on my terms. On my time-table. The way I had planned. I had no idea of the crazy place the Lord would introduce me- to the man I spent my young life praying for, nor the wild ride He would take me on to get me to that place.

I had no idea of the years I would spend waiting, searching, and hoping.

I had no idea His answer would look nothing like my plan.

I believe My Father did it that way on purpose. To teach me His Higher way. To help me understand that He has perfectly crafted every detail of every plan. In His own time. On His own terms. In His own glorious way.

Who are we to think we know better than He?

Maybe the answer to your prayer looks a little different than you thought it would, too.

A little shorter. A little taller. Long hair or none at all.

Maybe it pays a little more or a little less.

Maybe it has one less bedroom. Or carpet throughout.

Maybe your answer will come from Asia, or China, or right next door.

Like David, the shepherd boy. Esther, the orphaned Jew. Or Jesus, the carpenter’s son. Often, God wraps His promises in settings that look very different than we expect. I am so grateful I didn’t allow the picture of what my answer was suppose to look like get in the way of the master-work the Lord had planned.

How about you? Are you holding the Lord to a time table? Are you so wrapped up in your own plan that you have forgotten to ask Him about His? If so, I encourage you to take a moment and pray this prayer with me…

Dear Heavenly Father, Forgive me for putting you in a box. Expand my vision to encompass Your plans for my life. Forgive me, also, for trying so hard to work my plan, instead of letting your plan be worked in me. Show me the broad picture. And guide me in the fine details. Lead me to a place where my will is completely and totally surrendered to Yours. Bring me to the place where I see your goodness fulfilled – as I trust in your perfect plan. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

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