A few days ago I found a list. It’s a list I wrote about three years ago after my first session of marriage counseling. Our counselor told us to write a list of 10 things that our spouse could do for us that would make us happy, 10 things that they were not already doing, 10 things – big or small – that could save the relationship.
These were the things that I knew would make me happy. Simple things. Most people may look at this list and think, that’s pretty normal, nothing extravagant, nothing over-the-top. But unfortuntely, the guy I was with would never be able to fulfill this list and my hopes and dreams for the future of our relationship – written on a small piece of paper as 10 simple requests – would eventually get lost in a shoe organizer in the back of my closet for the next three years.
Last weekend, as Blake was removing my shoes from my old shoe bin to organize them in the new shelves he had purchased and installed in my closet, he discovered my list. He is not one to pry and will usually put all my “junk” in a box so I can go through it later, but this list caught his eye and he set it aside to show me when I got home from work. As he picked it up later to show me, I instantly recognized it as my first assignment from marrage counseling. I had so much hope in that list but now I expected it to mean nothing at all.
When I wrote this list I was in a relationship with someone else, I was thinking about someone else, and hoping for a future with that other person, but just a few months later it would all come to an end. I would be left with an empty house and a list of hopes and dreams that may never be found in a man.
What I didn’t see at the time was that God saw my pain, saw my hurt, saw my desperation and my faith that all things would eventually work out someway. And all along, He had a man in mind who would fulfill ALL of the things on this list. Three years before I would ever meet him, I wrote this “wish list” that very accurately describes Blake.
For all of my adult life I have been looking for the “man of my dreams”.
And I finally found him.
And for the record, Blake does cook dinner for me… all the time.
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tears in my eyes. sometimes all you have to do is ask God and He will provide, in His timing, right? 🙂