I remember talking to her a year or so ago about the guy that she had been dating. He had a promising career, sent flowers on a weekly basis, and seemed pretty nice to me. But Melanie didn’t have the green light from God, and she had pulled the plug. Pretty gutsy for a 33-year-old girl who would love to be married. I say ‘gutsy’ because from where I’m sitting, it doesn’t look like there’s a huge surplus of attractive, godly, single guys who have a job and want to get married.
That’s seriously where she met Jonathan! There are all sorts of other relish-able details about Melanie’s story–like how she fell off some play equipment at the park last Sunday and broke her neck (literally). And how Jonathan took her to the same park to give her the ring. And how the shock of seeing him on one knee, combined with the Vicodin, elicited a blank stare from Melanie, before she ‘came to’ and said, “Oh! Yes.”
God writes great stories, doesn’t he? I’d love to hear yours.
*I love that phrase, which I’m borrowing from Leslie Ludy’s book.