When I was a teenage girl I was really involved in my church youth group. My dad was a bipolar alcoholic and my means of escaping his wrath was to be at the church whenever the doors were open. I remember a day in small groups that a leader encouraged us to go home and write down everything we wanted in our husband. To really think of details and all aspects of a person and then to pray over it often; that God would bring you the right person at the right time. I took this seriously, I didn't want to end up with someone like my dad so I committed to spending a few days drawing up my list. A recall a few things on the list; obviously I wanted him to be a Christian, to have blue eyes, to be good looking and fit, to love our children, to make me laugh...and then I really felt like adding that he had to play guitar. I wasn't musically inclined AT ALL but it was something I felt like writing; he had to play guitar and be a worshiper.
Years and years passed and I pulled that list out often and prayed over it. Sometimes guys would come that had interest and they just would never match up to that list. I wasn't a weird freak that pulled the list out and had a meeting about it but deep down in my heart I would know it just wasn't the right guy for me. After a few unsuccessful church guy dates and 2 years of commuting to college I felt like my chances may be better if I went off to college and lived on campus. I had some good friends that went to Western and there was room in her girls' house so I made plans to apply and transfer and went out to the house to meet the girls I would be living with. I was so excited! I was about to be a true college girl that lived on campus and engaged in campus life. I met the girls; everyone was so nice. I went to bed that night and woke up the next day feeling sick to my stomach. I couldn't do it. Everything in me WANTED to stay and follow through but I couldn't shake the pit in my stomach that told me NO. I left that morning. I cried all 2 hours of the drive home confused and disappointed. I felt lost and lonely and slightly stupid after bailing on my friend.
God always has a plan. I'm so thankful I listened to that feeling, the small voice telling me to leave. It wasn't a week later I got a call inviting me to a young adult group where I met the love of my life; my person. Now it wasn't love at first sight, but God worked the most beautiful love story right before my eyes. Ian was everything on that list; including a guitar leading worshiper. He is my person, my best friend and we have been in love for 15 years; married for 13 of them. I'm so thankful I never settled, that I listened to gut that day. Ian you are "my person" and I love you more everyday!
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