I met a man.
He is incredible.
He blows my mind.
He gets my heart.
He challenges me beyond explanation.
He understands me and I understand him.
At least he tells me that multiple times a day.
He is a serving husband.
He is a humble father.
I was forced to meet this man with circumstances out of my hands.
He showed up at a hotel and swept me away to “mystery land”.
He showed me where we would sleep and spend our time for a month.
He was the last person I talked to at night and the first person I had conversations with in the mornings.
But you see the thing about this man is that our conversations weren’t the basic “Hey, how are you?” conversations.
We started this little game between the two of us.
Sometimes the game was played while playing another game like Phase 10.
Sometimes the game was played over breakfast or dinner at Andy’s Pizza.
And then sometimes the game was played at two in the morning.
I like to call it the question game.
This man asks me a question and I give the answer.
The majority of the time the question begins with “What does it mean when the Bible says…”
But a few times the questions looked something like “What do you think about marriage?” or “Who is God to you?”
We didn’t beat around the bush about things with each other.
If he wanted to know my thoughts on something, he asked.
But he asked because he truly cared.
He valued my opinion on things.
He wanted to know my head and my heart.
So I gave it to him.
I trusted him with everything.
Because as much as he valued my opinion,
I valued his far more.
Not because it was ever his opinion though.
But because the words from his mouth came from God.
This man always uses scripture to tell me what he thinks.
And boy does he tell me.
The word for the month God has been trying to show me is love.
I wrestle with him over it every day.
Never through those fights did I think this is how God would teach me about love.
But oh how I love. And that love is only growing.
I’ve called him friend.
I’ve made him call me his daughter.
Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thanked God for giving me the opportunity to meet him.
This man takes care of me.
He makes sure I have a seat on the bus and protects my comfort zone.
He carries my stuff for me.
He makes sure I eat lunch.
He serves. And he serves well.
But most importantly he takes care of my heart.
He lets me know I am loved by my Father.
One day I’m going to marry a man like this.
