We are getting ready to celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary this summer.
T h i r t y – f i v e years.
It seems like yesterday when we first met. How has time slipped by so quickly?
Maybe it has something to do with life. You know – those things that fill our days. Ours were full because of three sons, ministry, friends, family, school, work, sports, illness, death, turmoil, anxiety, joy, rejection, and love.
36 years ago today, on Valentine’s Day, he broke up with me. This was before we had social media where you can spy (so to speak) to get answers to your questions like – are we even still friends, is he moving on, seeing someone else, sad about the break up, or is he even still alive?
We said our goodbyes on that February 14th —– and that was it. No phone calls. No letters. Nada. Everything I looked forward to was gone.
I was crushed. Shocked, actually. We had dated for a while, and I was sure he was the one. I tried to move on, but my life felt so empty.
So several months later, he called. We met for dinner, and a few months later he proposed. The rest is history.
The months between the breakup and his phone call were difficult. Maybe they were for him as well. I had so many questions and no answers. Should I date around or should I wait? Did I do something wrong? Am I a loser? Was I trying to make someone ‘the one’ when God had something better in mind?
So, I finally did it. I went out on a date and I was miserable. There was my answer. I was in love – so I waited.
If you’ve had to wait for something, then you know how fun it is. It’s not fun, but I’ve learned that it’s worth it.
A friend recently shared this analogy with me. She has such a way with words that describe the payoff of waiting for God’s will to be revealed:
“It’s hard to trust God in the unseen, the unknown, but when he reveals his will, his ways in our lives – it’s almost like the sun bursting forth through a cloud or over the horizon. It’s breathtaking and amazing!” ~ Luci