What does a girl do when after three years of courtship and a tightly held belief that she is to marry her sweetheart on a certain date, and the day passes by, gloomy, wet from the rain and the tears of the one who sees no wedding ceremony on the day or in the future? What indeed? Such a setting, a scene, a drama could make a good novel if not for the fact it were truth.
A young couple meet and for a year they dance, not literally but sweetly, carefully around one another and the truth that God has whispered that they are to marry; one day.
One set of parents is thrilled, the other cautious and concerned. He is 24, they have all waited and prayed eagerly for the day he will meet his future bride, life partner, helpmeet, beloved.
She is barely a sweet sixteen, her parents are shocked, surprised, it is too early to think of marriage. A ring is secretly slipped on a finger, and then back in the box, to wait.
One day, they will marry but when? Then the one day is grasped, a date far in the distance, marked with a tiny love heart, almost unrecognisable and they share their thoughts and throw God in the mix with their parents.
God had told them the first; that they were the right ones, and peace accompanied and it gradually unfolded into a romance that the parents tended, fertilised by one, weeded by another, sometimes in extreme measures. Then a date, and it looked good but uneasiness swirled like wind around their relationship, and the parents were not sure. One set believed the young couple and one set were cautious. ‘Wait and see; we have no peace.’
The date drew near after a long two years and still winds swirled uneasy, tugged at their hearts, but surely it was only because her parents hesitated. With plenty of prayer such a hurdle could be leapt over, worry should not be but peace ran ever elusive. Perhaps their faith was small, smaller than a mustard seed. God could even send an angel to the parents. Say, ‘Let them marry.’
Preparations were made; a dress, another ring, flowers, attendants; tentatively arranged, and still no angel, no peace, no breakthrough.
Cyclonic winds of worry, the roof torn off the plans, tearing, tugging, ripping at relationships; and the flower petals blow away. Just the bare head of the flower and tears and waiting and they had heard from God wrong and were they even to marry at all? Winter chilled the flowers, and frost curled the leaves and hearts searched for answers and the only one that could be found was ‘Honour your parents’ and ‘Wait on the Lord’.
She flew away to a distant land to learn to hear from God and see the sun, leave the frost behind and people said it would be a test for their relationship to see if it was real and friends gave them different advice and she only wanted to hear God and her concrete heart was bleeding.
Healing came, softly, as the sun shone down in the land of the tropics, in a jungle where she could search through her own jungle-heart. As she ministered to others, God ministered to her, until her petals grew and she was strong enough to withstand the frost in her natural environment, and she knew that the sun would shine strong to melt the cold.
The couple reunited and obeyed the Word and honoured the parents and grew together strong, and waited. Finally the day came when the ring came out of its box and slipped onto a finger and stayed there and later other rings came out and slipped and squirmed onto fingers to stay there forever the symbol of the vows, and the bees hummed between the flowers and the two became one.
A true story and one day it would be told in a book, a record of mistakes, a lesson learnt, a romance redeemed to give guidance to others. Learning to match God’s voice to God’s Word before acting and the reward of rescued relationships.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.