The ladies over at the RHOK are doing McLinky Monday again..this time the question is….
How did you meet your husband?
Well, I know it was a God thing so first I must tell you about that.
Our pastor was teaching on a series about “praying for specifics” and expecting more than you can even imagine to be blessed with. One day, he specifically mentioned something about “You single ladies, make a list and present it to God, and be specific, don’t settle for less”.
I went home that day and thought, “Well, so far I haven’t done a great job of finding Mr. Right by myself, so maybe I’ll try this list thing”.
SO, I made this list, with many qualities, and right up at the top I put:
#1 MUST attend my church.
I love my church and I was pretty certain that there wasn’t a guy there that I was interested in, so this was really testing my faith bigtime.
Two weeks later, I was on the treadmill at my gym. My girlfriend Kim was on the next treadmill. In walked this guy, who was drop-dead gorgeous and dressed in a Lucky t-shirt with the best bulging biceps and triceps I’d seen in awhile.
Kim and I were talking to Carl, a sometimes preacher friend of ours. Carl looked up and saw the guy and said “HEY, have you met Katie? She goes to your church!”
I didn’t think I had a shot at this guy..he was out of my league.
But Kim asked Glen, one of the trainers to discreetly ask the guy if he was married. Apparently, Glen had gone to etiquette school with Carl because he hollered across the room “HEY, are you married or straight or what?”
I don’t know how I recovered from that one, but slowly over the next couple of weeks, we began to work out together. Working out together was “safe” and we weren’t really dating so we met each day after work and lingered for hours talking and getting to know each other.
After months of this (or else it seemed like months), Carl finally walked up to us as we stood on the gym stairs holding our gym bags and talking…and talking…and talking.And in his usual “tactful” way, he hollered as he strode by, “HEY, why don’t you two just get on with it and go out to dinner or something?”
So we looked at each other and headed off to Subway where we stayed until they closed, and then moved out to the patio table and talked until 2 a.m.
We continued to go eat after workouts, for another month or two. I think we were both scared to death to admit that we were officially “dating” again. “Dating” is a very awkward term when you are in your close-to-forty and are out of practice, if you know what I mean. The great thing about this was, that we truly became friends and got to know each other, which was what we both needed at that time in our lives.
And the other great thing was, that God had provided for me not just Mr. Right, but Mr. Wonderful.
What a great gift.
Hey, I think that list idea really worked.
And I thank Him every day 🙂
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