Hi. No long apologies for not writing. I am supposed to be. I am not. It's a God thing that I am supposed to, I believe. Please pray for me to take the time to write.
But, now I know who is doing their job. The men are stepping into the gap. It's finally happened.
Okay, at least one dude has stepped in.
Doing what, you ask? Praying for a husband for me. I kid you not.
For several years, I have had women around the globe at work on this. Romania, Russia, the Philippines, Kazakhstan, Kenya, Lebanon, Uganda, Jordan, you name it. Even Idaho :)
Last week, a good friend and colleague quietly pulled me aside and said that the Lord had impressed upon him that he was to pray for a husband for me. He was pretty surprised, so he asked the Lord, "Should I ask her if she wants me to pray for that?" Yes, indeed, God told him to ask me about it.
I told him that I wasn't that surprised. I have had a sense lately that God has been waiting for me to say out loud that I would like a husband...and to say it calmly and trustingly and honestly. In the moments that I can eek it out, it's either like a grudgingly capitulated "Yes, fine." or a giggly, "Ok, hee hee, fine."
And why can I seem to only capitulate or eek? Well, turns out there's a story there. God has done an amazing work in my heart over the last two, almost three, years to draw my heart closer to his in honesty and intimacy. Time to admit that I am not at my best on my own, and to admit that I would like to share the journey with someone.
But there was still something in the way, something that happened 16 years ago. This past Monday, God brought it to light...
