How did you meet your husband?

That seems to be the million dollar question everyone is asking…yet it’s the one question I like to avoid because honestly it reveals the shallowness of my own heart. Like Samuel, God would have to teach me that image had no weight when it came to Him choosing my future husband.

But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him: for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

1 Samuel 16:7

So this is the story of how I first met my husband…at least how I remember it.

I hadn’t lived in the country very long. I had just moved from the city after experiencing brokenness in my first marriage that led me to seeking God in a way I had never searched before…with my whole heart. That’s what I was doing the day I met the man God was preparing to be my future husband.

I was sitting at my kitchen table reading my Bible while my daughter napped. When I looked out my kitchen window, I saw a man with long hair and a beard walking down my dirt drive. At first glance, I thought he looked like a serial killer.

My front door in the kitchen had window panes, so immediately I went and hid in my living room. I didn’t want him to see me or to know I was home. At this point my heart was pounding out of my chest.

Then I heard a knock at the door!

The great spy that I am, I peaked out the window blinds in the living room to see what he was doing. I then put two and two together that it wasn’t a serial killer…it was my neighbor from across the highway we all called Crazy Harold.

I definitely at this point was NOT going to open the door! I heard stories. He was the town drunk, and he was definitely CrAZy!

Finally, he stopped knocking and began walking towards the back pasture.

I’m telling you I did NOT want to open the door that day, but I could hear God telling me to open it…so I did. I opened the door slightly and yelled out…can I help you?

He introduced himself as my neighbor.  Then he went on to explain that his mule Blue had escaped into my pasture and he was just going to go get him.

And that was that! I said ok, I closed the door as fast as I could, and locked EVERY single lock on my kitchen door! It would be a year before I would see him again.

Shallow. My heart was so shallow. I judged this man…this man that I grew to love with all my heart because God taught me to look past ALL appearances…especially man’s ideal of who my help mate should be. Even my ideal of who it should be…that’s another blog.

God gave me my greatest blessing in an unanswered prayer. He gave me my prayer partner, the sharer of His word, and my help mate in all the things God has for us to do this side of Heaven.

Although neither one of us were looking for love that day, we both believe that Blue was just a small part of God’s bigger plan. A plan I look forward to sharing with you little by little as the Spirit leads.

Now it’s your turn to share. How did you first meet your husband?

And to the woman who is still searching…please don’t miss your greatest blessing due to a shallow heart. Ask God to open your eyes to His plan for your life. I’m telling you…I never imagined in a million years I could love someone this much. He’s not perfect. We’re complete opposites in every way. He has his weaknesses as do I…but his heart! Oh, his heart! God has blessed me with a man that has the heart of David…he is a man after God’s own heart.

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