Last year the first guy I ever truly thought I was in love with died. He was like 42 years old. If my fantasy about marrying him had ever panned out, I would have been a widow by now.
When I hit 30 and wasn't married, I really thought that my opportunity to find true love was out the window. I was ready to join an order of nuns. I wrestled even harder when I turned 31 and still wasn't married. In that same year I received 4 different prophetic message about a man coming to marry me and I laughed at God. I thought these people are just saying these things to give me a false sense of hope. One prophetic message was that I would be a "mother of many". In my head I thought "yeah, spiritual mother ". As soon as I said that to myself, the person giving the prophesy said, "and no not just a spiritual mother, you will have many children of your own". That made me sit up and listen a little more carefully.
18 months later I was married and sitting on a beach on my honeymoon. My hubby, how I love this man so much. And starring out the window, watching him wait for the kids makes my heart so full of love.
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