In our college groupings never did I consider the
possibility of more than a friendship. Funny how you spend time with a group
and you find yourself pairing up in conversation to someone you never dreamed
would interest you.
Now at this time I was not a follower of Christ. So how
was I to know that this guy was my future helpmate…chosen by God for me. I wasn’t
walking with God and trusting His Will.
March 2013: A couple of weeks ago and all caught up with
housework, I journeyed all the way back to 1974 where it all started with a
college grouping and two very different individuals.
As I remember, our group was fun-loving and full of
college spirit. There were about 12-15 of us. Most of the guys were basketball
players or involved in some sport and us girls became friends at college.
Together we ate meals in the cafeteria, went to basketball games, and partied
whenever we could.
The two of us became good friends and eventually started
spending extra time together. Our differences began to complement each other. I
was falling…head over heels…in love. I was afraid to let him know. We were so
different.
Finally, he graduated.
I would graduate the following year.
Devastated. No commitment. No more hope.
Some weeks pass and he visits my home. Is it a new
beginning? Months later he and I commit to begin a journey. A journey that
would deepen and strengthen a bond between us. A journey of love.
He is back in his hometown working, and I have one more
year of college. We write to each other.
3.25.13: I finished
reading our letters a few days ago that we wrote to each other after we
committed to see where a journey would take us. Letters filled with common
language yet so full of newfound love. Letters that filled us with trust and
faith in each other.
Today I am so grateful to the One True God for His
willingness to die on the cross for my sins. I am so unworthy of His love,
grace and mercy. I am honored to be His child.
I am blessed that He had, all my life, a path for me to
follow. I am blessed that His path included my helpmate. I am blessed that He
didn’t give up on me. I am blessed that He was there with open arms to receive
my sinful self in 1981.
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