My husband is proof to me that God keeps promises. He is also proof that God has a sense of humor.
When I was living in Northern Virginia one summer, I prayed to God and asked to see who it was I was going to marry. In a flash, I saw him. Eyes closed, face turned upwards to the sun. Angular cheeks, and shoulder length curly blonde hair.
Blonde hair? I like redheads?! What gives, God? No answer. At least not then.
I drew the picture and saved it. Years went by.
My parents died, I graduated college, I became a manager at a store, I sold my house, and moved to Nashville. I did a lot of living in that time, and no husband.
I prayed again. Hey, God, what’s up with that husband thing?
God said “The work you have to do in this world you can’t do with a husband.”
OK. Totally not cool. This makes no sense. First you show me my husband, then you tell me I’m not going to have a husband.
But God never lies. God is very careful about what words are used, however.
I came to some sort of acceptance of this. I’d created my life in such a way that I didn’t need a husband. It would be nice to have a helper, a best friend, someone who loves me no matter what. Someone to do laundry, you know?
But it isn’t my will, but God’s will that matters. Part of the long wait was about me coming to fully accept that.
A few years later I was getting ready for work. I wasn’t even praying this time. As I stepped into the shower, I heard God say “Wait.”
I knew immediately what the subject was. Wait. You will meet your husband soon.
I said “Wait? You said never!”
God just laughed.
Two weeks later Scott came into the library where I work. I recognized him instantly.
Well, I thought he was Dougal the Red Giant.
He had been visiting his friend Steve and for the first time decided to turn left out of the apartment complex rather than his usual right. Within a block he saw the library. Curious, he pulled in and went inside. I happened to be at the front desk and saw him.
Same cheekbones. With red hair.
He looked very familiar, but I thought he was a friend from a medieval reenactment group I was in. I said “Dougal the Red Giant!” surprised that he was here because he didn’t live in this town. Scott sort of half heard me. As he got closer, I realized he wasn’t Dougal. I went red in the face. We started talking.
Our first date was him helping me move into my new house that I’d bought, having given up on waiting for a husband.
I told him about the story and showed him the picture. Turns out, when I drew that picture, his hair was blonde. It started to turn red about that time.
So what about the “The work you have to do in this world you can’t do with a husband”?
God didn’t say “unmarried”. I’m married, but the work I do for God isn’t done with Scott.