“You’re going to meet your husband on the race!”
“You’re going to come home married, I’m sure!”
“There’s no way you’ll come home single!”
The words I heard over and over again after telling people about the race.
The thought of it was actually thrilling… wondering if it could actually happen to me!
9 months have passed and
I’ve found him.
His name is Jesus.
Not Jesus from Central America pronounced hey-seuss…
JESUS, from the Kingdom of Heaven.
When I was little I remember telling my mom I would for sure be married and having kids by the time I was 21.
At that time, 21 seemed ancient.
When I was 21, I gave myself 4 years to be married, making 25 the perfect year.
I’m 25 now.
What they said is true, but not in the way I thought it might be.
And that’s okay by me.
For years I’ve had the same thoughts as most girls… “I can’t wait to be married!”
But here we are, no man in sight and for the first time in years, I’m genuinely okay with it.
I’m actually thankful for it, because it’s allowed me to only focus on the One that matters.
I don’t have the question of “what’s wrong with me, why isn’t it my turn?” running around in my head.
I have freedom from the tangled cord of comparison.
I have a match who knows my heart better than I.
I have a match who knows everything that’s in my past, and everything that’s in my future.
I have a match who has perfect timing, and a perfect plan.
I trust my match.
The thing that really got me thinking about this is all the weddings that are happening in my circle.
My little brother married his childhood sweetheart two years ago, right out of high school.
The first of my childhood best friend group got married that same summer.
Another friend from that group got married in April while I was in Thailand.
The same weekend I fly home, my sister gets married AND my high school best friend.
And then another high school best friend a couple months later.
The idea of coming home from the race as unmarried as I was when I left seemed like a let down at first.
But the truth is, if I only get Jesus, that’s enough.
