How I Met My Husband

When I first met my husband I felt entitled, sought approval, and was totally broken.

I was a charge nurse at a psychiatric hospital and hubs was a nursing student in clinicals. He was there for 6 weeks, but never noticed him until his last day. He brought his guitar and played a few songs for the patients. My co-worker nudged me to check him out. I was unsure. I thought he was handsome, but young. She gave my number to one of his classmates anyway and played cupid.

 I’m glad she did.

He asked me to have coffee with him, which I thought was refreshing. We babbled about our likes and dislikes, our hobbies, our future goals, and families.

The next day, he left for a Thanksgiving trip with his family. When he came back, we left in the middle of the night to Houston for Black Friday shopping. During the drive there, he asked me something that no one has ever asked me.He asked me where my walk with Jesus was. I was baffled by the question and didn’t know how to answer. I mean I have always believed in Jesus, but where my walk was…. I had no idea. He re-stated the question.

“Do you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior?”

I simply stated, “Yes.”

I sat in silence. Who is this guy? How bold was he?

Now, I think about that time and realize hubs knew exactly who he is, who God created him to be. I was too afraid of what people thought of me and never wanted to push any boundaries that I was missing the point. I was missing why Jesus died for my sins.

I am grateful for someone to have pushed me out of my comfort zone.

I know I am far from perfect. But He is still working on me.

I sin everyday. But He is still working on me.

I ask for His forgiveness everyday. Because He is still working on me.

I will never again take for granted the reason Jesus died.

 “My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26

Before we said 'I do', we still wanted to pray with one another, but not see each other.
Before we said ‘I do’, we still wanted to pray with one another, but not see each other.

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