A Romantic Story, for those who have asked
PostPosted: Wed Dec 17, 2003 8:09 am
I've been asked by some of the younger 20 somethings to tell how I met my husband. I'm finally going to tell you my story and hope it helps in your dating life. I've been very blessed in my life after a very hard childhood; but, God was and is always looking out for me. Hope you enjoy the long story.^_^
When I was young I had this dream that I wanted a tall, green-eyed, black-haired man. He looked like James Bond. Actually, I'm partly joking and partly serious. For some reason, no matter what situation I was in with friends when we talked over what we hoped our future husband would look like I said that description.
As I got older, around 16 I was dating pretty regularly. I had a boyfriend throughout my high school years; but, when I became a Christian at 16 my perspective changed. I was petite and average looking, I thought. I broke up with my boyfriend at the time when I became a Christian because he said he became a Christian after I told him I didn't want to be with a guy who wasn't a Christian. That was a red flag and I told him sorry. I didn't want him to say he was a Christian to simply date me. I wanted him to know my Lord before he knew me.^^
At around 17 I dated a guy I met at a SBC youth function and we dated for around a year-and-a-half. He had green eyes and brown hair. lol He went off to serve in the military and we eventually broke up with the distance. I found out he was engaged after getting a girl pregnant in Guam. When he came back, toting his pregnant girlfriend he came to say bye and then cornered me in the bathroom, begging me to get back together with him. Yeah, like that would happen? I was worth more to God then to accept some cute guy who's willing to dump his poor pregnant fiancee. Scheesh. I hope he and his wife are doing all right.
I went off on the mission field and was still a virgin. I also had a plan when I was young and throughout my 20s for when I was dating. Don't, do not, no matter how much the guy pleads, let him touch you in any inappropriate areas. I call it the "bikini rule." I teach this today to teen girls. The "bikini rule" is this: Wherever you might wear a bikini don't let a guy touch you there. That's left for marriage.
I always held a high standard of myself when dating guys because I knew God had a high standard for me. I teach this to my daughter and I’ll tell all you young girls now, He really does care about you and does have a very special plan for you if you are His child. Be patient and wait upon the Lord. You’re worth a lot!
During my mission trips and when I worked on college campuses again I met guys here and there. We dated, we broke up, he flirted, and I didn't reciprocate. *hehe* I always remained a virgin.
When I was around 22 or 23 I fell head over heels in love, or what I thought was love, with my best friend. We had been best buds in CA for over three years and worked on the same college campus. Then, I found out he was being counseled - for being gay.
After that, I decided God must not want me to be married. I was 104 pounds, nicely built, good hair, had a lot to offer the opposite sex I thought. But, I just thought there's no way I'm supposed to be married. I poured my heart instead on ministry in CA. When I was 251/2 I was called to Texas to join my friend’s mission group and double as the graphic artist for his company. I said, "Sure." I wasn't tied to CA in any real sense. My best bud was still being counseled and I was still disillusioned at his stories of life as a gay man – which, he now openly shared since we were best friends. If anyone wants to know if gay is normal – ask me – it’s not.
In Texas I went to church with my friend and my employer. It was the first day I visited his church, a Bible church, that I walked into the college/singles class late, coming in from the back when I saw him. He turned around, his eyes so green that they flickered in the fluorescent lighting of the classroom. He stared at me as I walked down the aisle trying to find a seat. Wow, he was so cute, I thought.
After the class was over his best friend, Bob came up and started talking to me. Obviously, Larry (green eyes), sidled up to his friend and joined the conversation. We couldn't stop staring at each other. Afterwards the singles met at a cafeteria and went to lunch. I didn't sit by the green-eyed guy, but by my friends.
At the end of the day I stayed for another four days in Texas and then was called back to CA with the ministry I worked with and some family issues (my sister had been in a motorcycle accident). That's where my family is from. I didn't see old green eyes for another eight to ten months. On a side note: While I was in Texas I called my mom on the phone and told her I met someone. His name was Larry, like my brother and he worked in the church helping the elderly. I just went on and on until my mom said he sounds like the one for you. "Mom," I said, "we've just met." I laughed it off.
When I came back out to Texas to help my friend again in his business, after quitting the ministry I had been in, I, of course, went with him to his church. This time, when green eyes and I met after class we both met eyes and remembered each others names.
He asked if I wanted a ride to lunch in his car. He had a little white sports car and was known by the girls in the singles group as the most eligible bachelor. He even owned his own home. I wasn't impressed; rather I couldn't dismiss the way he looked at me. My husband was quite the flirt and I thought, man what a stuck up guy.
But, for some reason we kept running into each other in the singles group and in Plano. He lived in Allen, which is the city just north of Plano. I shared an apartment in Plano with my two roommates. He also worked on cars and my roomy asked if he'd fix her car. So, through a period of a few weeks he was always over working on her car. I knew she was up to something. She'd disappear on us when we were alone. Then we went to a baseball game: The Texas Rangers against the Kansas City Royals. Our college group decided to split up sitting according to where our loyalties lay/lie. I instantly sat by George Brett's team, my favorite the Royals. Well, guess who the only other KC fan was? Yes, Larry was from Kansas City and old loyalties die hard.
Let me digress. Larry was always helping out anyone who needed it. He was self-sufficient and a hard worker. He never said no to help anyone in need and had started the widows group at church. If a woman needed her lawn mowed, he was there. In that vein, I admired him so much. My admiration became total deep romantic infatuation. Until one day he made a comment, while we were driving on a date. He said, "oh my wife... uh." We both turned our heads in opposite directions at his comical faux pas; however, secretly I was happy he called me his wife.
In the next two weeks for my birthday he was going to take me out to breakfast. I was dressed to the nines. He picked me up at six. Why so early? But, my boss and roomies all pushed me to go with him. He had to work later so we had to get breakfast early. I'm not a morning person.
We drove off - straight to the airport. He flew me down to San Antonio for breakfast. It was a set up. And on the river walk, as the night filled the sky above, he proposed.
I waited. I waited to let a man touch me. I waited for the man God had for me. I waited because I really wanted to save myself for my Lord. He blessed me with a wonderful husband. We've been married for 15 years and have two children. We have had difficulties; but, God has brought us through. God will always place your desires first when He is first in your life.
If you like my story please let me know. I hope you have a blessed day.
In Christ,
Valerie *hugs*
When I was young I had this dream that I wanted a tall, green-eyed, black-haired man. He looked like James Bond. Actually, I'm partly joking and partly serious. For some reason, no matter what situation I was in with friends when we talked over what we hoped our future husband would look like I said that description.
As I got older, around 16 I was dating pretty regularly. I had a boyfriend throughout my high school years; but, when I became a Christian at 16 my perspective changed. I was petite and average looking, I thought. I broke up with my boyfriend at the time when I became a Christian because he said he became a Christian after I told him I didn't want to be with a guy who wasn't a Christian. That was a red flag and I told him sorry. I didn't want him to say he was a Christian to simply date me. I wanted him to know my Lord before he knew me.^^
At around 17 I dated a guy I met at a SBC youth function and we dated for around a year-and-a-half. He had green eyes and brown hair. lol He went off to serve in the military and we eventually broke up with the distance. I found out he was engaged after getting a girl pregnant in Guam. When he came back, toting his pregnant girlfriend he came to say bye and then cornered me in the bathroom, begging me to get back together with him. Yeah, like that would happen? I was worth more to God then to accept some cute guy who's willing to dump his poor pregnant fiancee. Scheesh. I hope he and his wife are doing all right.
I went off on the mission field and was still a virgin. I also had a plan when I was young and throughout my 20s for when I was dating. Don't, do not, no matter how much the guy pleads, let him touch you in any inappropriate areas. I call it the "bikini rule." I teach this today to teen girls. The "bikini rule" is this: Wherever you might wear a bikini don't let a guy touch you there. That's left for marriage.
I always held a high standard of myself when dating guys because I knew God had a high standard for me. I teach this to my daughter and I’ll tell all you young girls now, He really does care about you and does have a very special plan for you if you are His child. Be patient and wait upon the Lord. You’re worth a lot!
During my mission trips and when I worked on college campuses again I met guys here and there. We dated, we broke up, he flirted, and I didn't reciprocate. *hehe* I always remained a virgin.
When I was around 22 or 23 I fell head over heels in love, or what I thought was love, with my best friend. We had been best buds in CA for over three years and worked on the same college campus. Then, I found out he was being counseled - for being gay.
After that, I decided God must not want me to be married. I was 104 pounds, nicely built, good hair, had a lot to offer the opposite sex I thought. But, I just thought there's no way I'm supposed to be married. I poured my heart instead on ministry in CA. When I was 251/2 I was called to Texas to join my friend’s mission group and double as the graphic artist for his company. I said, "Sure." I wasn't tied to CA in any real sense. My best bud was still being counseled and I was still disillusioned at his stories of life as a gay man – which, he now openly shared since we were best friends. If anyone wants to know if gay is normal – ask me – it’s not.
In Texas I went to church with my friend and my employer. It was the first day I visited his church, a Bible church, that I walked into the college/singles class late, coming in from the back when I saw him. He turned around, his eyes so green that they flickered in the fluorescent lighting of the classroom. He stared at me as I walked down the aisle trying to find a seat. Wow, he was so cute, I thought.
After the class was over his best friend, Bob came up and started talking to me. Obviously, Larry (green eyes), sidled up to his friend and joined the conversation. We couldn't stop staring at each other. Afterwards the singles met at a cafeteria and went to lunch. I didn't sit by the green-eyed guy, but by my friends.
At the end of the day I stayed for another four days in Texas and then was called back to CA with the ministry I worked with and some family issues (my sister had been in a motorcycle accident). That's where my family is from. I didn't see old green eyes for another eight to ten months. On a side note: While I was in Texas I called my mom on the phone and told her I met someone. His name was Larry, like my brother and he worked in the church helping the elderly. I just went on and on until my mom said he sounds like the one for you. "Mom," I said, "we've just met." I laughed it off.
When I came back out to Texas to help my friend again in his business, after quitting the ministry I had been in, I, of course, went with him to his church. This time, when green eyes and I met after class we both met eyes and remembered each others names.
He asked if I wanted a ride to lunch in his car. He had a little white sports car and was known by the girls in the singles group as the most eligible bachelor. He even owned his own home. I wasn't impressed; rather I couldn't dismiss the way he looked at me. My husband was quite the flirt and I thought, man what a stuck up guy.
But, for some reason we kept running into each other in the singles group and in Plano. He lived in Allen, which is the city just north of Plano. I shared an apartment in Plano with my two roommates. He also worked on cars and my roomy asked if he'd fix her car. So, through a period of a few weeks he was always over working on her car. I knew she was up to something. She'd disappear on us when we were alone. Then we went to a baseball game: The Texas Rangers against the Kansas City Royals. Our college group decided to split up sitting according to where our loyalties lay/lie. I instantly sat by George Brett's team, my favorite the Royals. Well, guess who the only other KC fan was? Yes, Larry was from Kansas City and old loyalties die hard.
Let me digress. Larry was always helping out anyone who needed it. He was self-sufficient and a hard worker. He never said no to help anyone in need and had started the widows group at church. If a woman needed her lawn mowed, he was there. In that vein, I admired him so much. My admiration became total deep romantic infatuation. Until one day he made a comment, while we were driving on a date. He said, "oh my wife... uh." We both turned our heads in opposite directions at his comical faux pas; however, secretly I was happy he called me his wife.
In the next two weeks for my birthday he was going to take me out to breakfast. I was dressed to the nines. He picked me up at six. Why so early? But, my boss and roomies all pushed me to go with him. He had to work later so we had to get breakfast early. I'm not a morning person.
We drove off - straight to the airport. He flew me down to San Antonio for breakfast. It was a set up. And on the river walk, as the night filled the sky above, he proposed.
I waited. I waited to let a man touch me. I waited for the man God had for me. I waited because I really wanted to save myself for my Lord. He blessed me with a wonderful husband. We've been married for 15 years and have two children. We have had difficulties; but, God has brought us through. God will always place your desires first when He is first in your life.
If you like my story please let me know. I hope you have a blessed day.
In Christ,
Valerie *hugs*
