a hopeless romantic pt.III: Dancing With Temptation
So let’s rewind a little . . or a lot. I grew up a hopeless romantic. I hate to sound like a cliche but I’m sure the greatest longing for us all is to love and to be loved. When I started my journey at New Destiny a little over two years ago, I believed this is where it happens. For the first time in my life, I believed that true love and marriage could happen for me. I had seen the process and I believed that if I kept to it myself, then my time would soon come. And in a Wednesday bible study series called How Do I Prepare For Marriage, I felt like I learned all that I could for my moment. I was committed to the process, to the work. My then YP and YPW were such perfect examples—I admired and still do admire the way they love each other—and I knew that following their leadership and guidance would end in success. One class, YP encouraged us to write a list of potential character qualities we’d desire in a partner. The purpose was to write down what we thought we’d want, to pray over it, and to give it to God to show Him that we trusted Him to bring or lead us to the perfect one. Again, me being the hopeless romantic, I did so, with faith that God would respond. I thought I knew what I wanted, but I also wanted to show God that I trusted He knew better. And then one Wednesday night not too long after the first, I had a conversation with a particular individual and every fiber in me was shook. No way could it have happened this soon. No way could the person who’s name I didn’t even know for months make one comment that would make me want more. No way was there now an attraction for someone that I didn’t even consider when writing my list, but somehow now, he seemed to be the perfect fit.
Did it work? Did God really move that fast? It was literally a couple of weeks later and I couldn’t gather enough strength to believe this was it. Again, no way. Yet, I thought it worked. I thought God heard my prayers. And little did I know, it was here that the dancing with temptation began . .
Until next time . .