8 years ago, I was a very timid and broken young girl. I had made a lot of poor decisions, I was still reeling from my parents’ divorce, and I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life. I thought going to WKU would be a life changing, eye opening experience for me. It was, but not in the way I thought. I dreamt that getting away from Bullitt County rednecks, and into the real world would magically change me. The funny thing is, I wound up smoking a cigarette with a country fellar from Glasgow every week because he reminded me of the people back home. The party scene was fun for a few weekends, but I just got embarrassed with myself and learned nobody likes a girl who is an obnoxious drunk. I started coming home every weekend and once that first semester was complete (with flying colors, mind you), I came home.
(Note that I wasn’t saved at this time.)
I was still broken, still didn’t know what I wanted from life, but I knew that maybe what I had dreamt up wasn’t for me.
A good friend decided to set me up on a blind date with a young man from her church. She gave him my number and picture (my prom picture). The first time he called, I noticed immediately that he had a country twaaaang and a genuine laugh. We made plans for a first date and talked for probably two hours.
Blind dates are weird, okay? But this was different. Once I saw him in person and was relieved he wasn’t ugly, I felt at ease with him. Okay. Maybe not. I fidgeted the whole time and barely ate my dinner. But I loved talking to him. His hair was ebony brown, he had a strong chin, he smelled amazing even from the other side of the car, and he was polite as could be. I knew I was going to marry him that night. Call it lust, call it crazy, call it downright bonkers. I just knew.
Five months later, I become his wife. He made a promise to love and cherish me forever; keeping up the deal when we struggled especially that first year. Our dreams came true – especially beginning when I accepted Christ and my life was changed forever. We were then truly able to be one, because we were no longer unequally yoked. We had babies, made a tiny apartment into a precious home, bought a house, made a million memories, walked through Lebanon Junction 500 times or more, and saw blessings way beyond our greatest dream or desire. This has all just been in 8 years.
I was a broken girl, lost in sin and greatly desiring love. In 8 years, this amazing man has shown me love, He has shown me Christ. I can say that today many of those pieces are put back together and I know I’m living my life better than I could have dreamed as a young 18 year old kid.
Joshua, thank you for being the love of my life. Thank you for loving me even when I didn’t love me, for listening, for praying, and for living out this journey with me. You’re my entire world.