“Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised.”
Romans 4:20-21 NIV
For four long years, I waited for my husband. Four years of not dating and standing by each one of my close friends as one by one they found love and married. In this waiting, I filled journal after journal with prayer after prayer asking God to provide a husband for me. Seeking hard after His will, not my own. Drawing near to Jesus in this barren place. This place that many times felt uncertain and hopeless.
As time went on and the waiting continued, I began to find hope in this barren place. God was tangibly near. My prayers slowly changed to expectant prayers. I poured out my deep desires, my hopes and dreams, for my future husband. I began to pray for Him as if He were somewhere out there, also waiting for me.
With unwavering hope, I waited for the man God had chosen for me. Soon after Christmas, a few weeks after being yet another bridesmaid, I unexpectedly met my husband at a holiday dinner out with friends. It was winter break, smack dab in the middle of my last year of nursing school. I knew from our first meeting that God had brought someone special into my life.