I met my husband later in life. I was 45 when we married. This is my first and only marriage. I always thought I would follow the Christian path. Go to Christian college...meet guy...be engaged by senior year....marry the summer after graduation. That was not the plan laid out for me. As years went by and countless bridal showers, weddings and BABY showers I figured my time had come and gone. I didn't really fit in church as the older single Christian. I threw myself in ministry. I spent countless summers working at a Christian camp running their beach. Winters I would run program for their weekend winter camp. Busy...busy...busy. But I had a purpose. I do not regret any of it. Now fast forward and here I am 3 years married with a 6 year old foster kiddo. Doing life. Sitting at my desk while my students were outside I get a call that I have a special delivery. Thinking it was my book order I go down and find a lovely flower arrangement sent from my husband. A simple reminder that he is thinking of me. A gentle whisper from God that He is faithful and his timing is perfect! Each one has their happily ever after...just our "afters" all look different. Embrace where your road it taking you!
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