Once upon a time, I dreamed that God would write my love story. I imagined the white dress and the blue flowers. I pictured my little sisters, arrayed in yellow as bridesmaids. My mind's eye strained for a glimpse of the groom's face, but all in vain — I hadn't met him yet.
I thought marriage would bring me fulfillment, and so I prayed for a husband while I waited for my life to start. Thankfully, God met me in my ignorance and showed me how wrong I was. He has better plans for me than writing mylove story.
It is only when God writes our love story — the story of Christ and His church — that we begin to live as we were created to.
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