A promise from God
Thursday, March 6, 2003In the past few days I have asked God about marriage. I want to know if I will ever get married. Ashley [a friend from my home church in Sumner, Washington] was praying with some people (including [my aunt] Joni) last summer and one of them said to her (even though she’d said nothing about marriage), “Ashley, I just feel impressed to tell you, the Lord wants you to know you will have a godly husband.” And I remember thinking, why can’t something like that happen to me?I was just reading Mark 11, and thinking about this. Then my eyes fell on Mark 11:24: “Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.” This verse strongly spoke to my heart on this issue.Lord, thank You for answering me. I’ve asked You to please let a husband be part of Your plan for me. I asked—now I’m going to have faith in You. I’m going to trust You, Lord.
I was twenty-one years old and in the middle of my fourth semester at BYU when I wrote that. In retrospect, the fact that I was so concerned about marriage at such a young age does make me sigh a bit. Congratulations, Provo, you got to me.
But the comfort I felt when God spoke to me was real. I no longer worried about getting married. I knew it would happen.
I had known Paul since August 2002, and I have a January 12 journal entry noting a date that we planned for January 24, but we were not dating at the time of this March 6 entry, and the possibility that I would marry him wasn’t even on my mind. He comes back into the journal on March 29, 2003, and we were engaged . . . well, a lot sooner than I care to admit.
Prophecies are fickle creatures. Did God really speak to me and promise me marriage in anticipation of my relationship with Paul? Did my faith bring our romantic relationship into existence? Or did I manufacture this encounter with God and then force an unlikely and difficult romance out of my manufactured belief in God’s promise? Was it all just a coincidence?
I know what skeptics would say, and I know what I believe.
A little over six weeks later, I wrote:
Tuesday, April 22, 2003Paul and I went for another walk today. I just can’t believe something so wonderful as him has happened to me. God, thank You. Thank You.
And I meant it.
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