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On January 30th of 2022, I went by myself to a Bible Study where I knew almost no one. This was wildly outside of my comfort zone for so many reasons. I didn’t go to unknown places where there would be lots of people I didn’t know, especially if I didn’t have my close friend with me to take on the brunt of conversations. I didn’t really try new things. I didn’t do activities outside of my house in general. This was strange and nerve-wracking for me. 

When the invitation to attend had initially come from a friend earlier that week, I had every intention not to show up. But the more I thought about it, the more a part of me felt compelled to go. I was lonely at that time, and I wanted to go somewhere nobody knew me. I wanted one place in my life that was all my own, where I could create a fresh start.

I’ll be honest, I did have one other motivator. I wanted to find a husband. 

Now, some people thought that my intentions in going to that Bible Study were solely to find a husband- in a desperate sort of way. I defend that, while it was one of my reasons, it was not my only reason. But at that point in my life, I did awfully desire a husband and I was afraid that one would never notice me because I was too quiet. I thought to myself, could God deliver me a husband on a silver platter? Yes, he absolutely could. But was he likely to do so? I didn’t think so. And I thought that if I never put myself out there at least a little bit, I would never find a husband. 

God can help you find the love of your life however He wishes, and perhaps in your story, they were handed to you on a silver platter, without any effort on your part. But in my story, God wanted me to blindly put my faith in Him and follow His call. And I’m so glad I did. 

While I did “meet” my husband at that Bible Study, I don’t have any specific memory of him from that night, nor did we exclusively talk to each other until a while after. 

After almost two months of going to Bible Study, a group of us, including my now husband, went axe throwing and then came to hang out at my house afterwards. This started to become a weekly hang out every Friday night that we would all look forward to. Those Friday nights were filled with so much fun, laughter, and games- and it wasn’t too long until I started texting every day with one of the guys. 

We learned so much about each other through texting; what our favorite fruits were, what our worst fears were, what our goals were, even things we might like to do together. It felt like we were talking forever and all the while I was wondering if this cute guy liked me or not. 

But in reality we had only been talking for a week when he confirmed my suspicions. He asked me out and I said yes. I was over the moon happy and my mom could see it on my face the minute she got home from work. 

Our first date- to McDonalds and with a grocery shopping list from my mom- was unconventional but so fitting for us. From that point on we spent every minute together we could. I had a job and he had college classes, but almost every day we found a way to see each other. We shared our favorite movies, played card games and drank coffee late into the night, talked until the early hours of the morning. 

This lovely time lasted for about a month, and then we moved into the hardest part of our relationship. The 2022 college year came to an end, and the sweet, young man I had been getting to know graduated and went back to his hometown, which was two hours from mine. For the remainder of our dating relationship, our time together was reduced to weekends and our conversations were mainly through phone calls. There wasn’t a massive distance between us, but it sure felt like it. Every time he left, I felt like my heart went with him. 

And I knew then that a life without him wasn’t one that I wanted. I knew that he was going to be my forever. 

Thankfully our future together became a bit more secure a couple months later. It was a lovely summer day and we planned to take advantage of it by going on a fun date. We didn’t go on planned dates very often, but on this particular day we had a few activities in mind. We went to a fun Mongolian Grill restaurant where we got to watch our food being cooked in front of us, we went to a mall arcade and had so much fun playing games together, then we decided to conclude the date by taking a nice walk by the river.

The weather was perfect. There was a warm summer breeze, glorious sunshine, the water lapping at the shore next to us. We were reminiscing on all our favorite moments together and dreaming about our future together. We eventually came to a balcony overhanging the river and I eagerly went to the railing to lean over the water.

I noticed my sweetheart moving to do something behind me and when I turned around, he was on one knee with a ring out. I listened as he said everything he wanted to say, but I knew what my answer would be long before he actually asked me to marry him. It was yes. 

Not too much longer we set a wedding date, and while it left some worrying that we wouldn’t be able to plan a wedding in time, my fiancé and I simply wanted to be married. We were tired of having to say goodbye all the time and we were tired of missing each other. We were starting to become one, and it was painful to be apart. 

The wedding planning was honestly a joy to figure out, so many people came out of the woodwork to make it exactly what we wanted. There were some details that were a bit stressful to make happen with the distance between us and our conflicting work schedules, but in the end God made everything fall into place just right. He brought us together in the first place and all throughout our story He continued to work things out for our good. 

Finally the day came. And it was perfect.