It was a quiet Sunday morning, and my heart was restless. I was in search of a church—not just any church, but a place where I could feel God’s presence, where I could be still and listen. I was longing to hear God’s voice, have you ever heard God speak so softly to you before? You can’t think about anything but that moment.. I was in search of hearing him, feeling him and understanding just who he called me to become.
As I sat in my car, parked outside a church called The Well, I wrestled with uncertainty. The service was set to begin at 10:00 AM, and I was still debating whether to go in or drive away. A thought that crosses all our minds, whether we feel church hurt or unknowing if the church will accept who we are or aren’t yet.
But then, something stirred within me. A gentle nudge, a conviction I couldn’t ignore. It was the Holy Spirit. A feeling I never felt before, a gentleness full of hope and wonder. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked inside.
As I entered, I was briefly stopped by a woman I assumed was part of the church staff. She smiled warmly, her curly brown hair was so prominent, looking into her eyes there was a knowing, an answer I have been seeking for years. She gently said, “Come see me after service.” I didn’t think much of it at the time, but I made a mental note to find her afterward. What could she possibly tell me…
The service was powerful. The worship brought tears to my eyes, feeling the presence of God. I felt a peace I hadn’t known in a long time. Afterward, I stepped outside and found the woman by a booth. She looked at me with a knowing gaze and said, “God has a message for you.” My heart skipped. “Me?” I asked, surprised. “Yes,” she said. “God wants you to know He is sending you a man of God—someone who will balance out your sassiness.” How could she possibly know I was sassy? My ears opened up more… I was focused on her voice, the words flowed out of her like someone shared such a beautiful message to her… She delivered it with so much love.
She shared more details, but those are for another time.
I was stunned. Me? A wife? I had never imagined such a thing. I was so deep in sin at one point that the idea of being someone’s wife—let alone a Godly one—felt impossible. For so many years, I wanted to be a wife, but I would have been a wife of sin, sexual immorality, alcoholism…I was not built for wifehood. Many of us struggle with this battle daily..a battle that hides deep in us, bringing out insecurities, jealousy and even envy..
But God has delivered me and he can deliver you too. I wasn’t searching for love. I was focused on nursing school, traveling, sipping coffee, and discovering who Jesus truly was.
Yet in that moment, I felt peace. I felt purpose. I hadn’t met him yet, but I knew—if God was sending him, he must be someone special.
And then, just a week later, I met him.
We started talking every day. Texts turned into late-night phone calls. Calls turned into in-person meetings. The first time I saw him, I knew. My spirit recognized him. He was the one. The man the prophetess had spoken of.
He was everything I didn’t know I needed—handsome, yes—but more than that, he was authentic. Honest. Loving. Energetic. Full of wisdom. And those beautiful dark brown eyes held so much kindness and strength. This was the man created for me and I was his missing rib.
He was the man of God I had been promised. And soon, he would be my husband.
“Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.”
— Psalm 37:4 (ESV)
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