God Writes Love Stories
A Guest Story by Kelsi Dye
As a young girl, I dreamt of what my life would be like one day. I fantasized over the movie-like happy endings — I mean who doesn’t do that? For me, my fantasies didn’t exactly happen the way I wanted them to, actually not even close.
As a young girl I was the quiet athletic girl who enjoyed roughhousing it with the boys at recess. I despised Barbie dolls, I would play outside for hours, and you wouldn’t dare catch me wearing a dress. During my teenage years, I would often wonder if God even wanted me to get married, just for the simple fact that boys were not my thing and they didn’t seem to pay me any attention.
Then came my first REAL boyfriend. We started dating my senior year of high school. I played softball and he played football. In my mind we were the perfect couple and I was smitten over him. Then came heartbreak, and it came out of nowhere. I was torn and hurt. I truly wondered, “God, why would you put me through this?”
During my college years, I talked to a couple of different guys, but nothing ever amounted to anything. I started to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I would see my friends so happy in their serious relationships and telling myself I truly wanted the same thing. One night in my dorm room, I started to make a list of the ideal godly man. I folded it up and placed it in the back of my bible. After that night I started to seriously pray for my future husband. For me, I was surrendering a part of my life to God that had been filled with hurt and disappointment. Ultimately, God knew all along what my future would be like and who my husband would be. He actually knew that the moment I was born.
Over a year later, I met my husband. It was definitely an act of fate! I was living in Oklahoma and he was living in Georgia. Long distance…whew! It was definitely worth every moment, but it was incredibly challenging as well. We dated for almost a year before we got engaged, and just shy of our two year anniversary we said, “I do.”
Just after we returned from our honeymoon, I opened my bible while unpacking and out dropped the list I had made a few years earlier in my dorm room. I started to cry as I read the words because I realized that all the things I had prayed for had actually happened. As I look back on all the heartache I endured, I truly realize that God gave me my husband exactly when I needed him. He is everything I prayed for and so much more.
If you are questioning your future relationships, be encouraged that God's timing is perfect. Stay faithful; stay patient, and God will reveal his perfect plan for you!