Waiting on God’s Best
My husband proposed six months after we started dating. I was fresh out of college and secretly hoping I would meet my forever “knight in shining armor” when he asked me on a date. By the end of the year, I was already thinking, He’s the one. And he was, but I had no idea our courtship would come to a screeching halt not long after he proposed.
As the product of a single-parent home, I desperately wanted my future marriage to work. I wanted to defy the odds that were stacked against me. This is why I chose to confess an area of sin in my life to my fiancé, our marriage mentors and our church leadership. With grace, they advised us that we were not ready to get married, and we both had some more introspective work to do.
Whereas we could have made a beeline for the county courthouse, we opted to submit to their guidance in our lives. Immediately, we stopped planning our wedding and began individual counseling. It was difficult, humbling and slow, but I believe it was necessary.
