He was horrible to her. He threw her around, called her a “whore,” cheated on her, and made her feel small.

 

Some boyfriend: she got deathly sick from food poisoning, but he wouldn’t take her to the hospital. A girlfriend did. Upon her release, he was three hours late picking her up, refused to even draw her a bath, and left her to go to the bar.

 

She tried to dump him, but just couldn’t.

 

One night, despite her better instincts, she let him stay over.
In the middle of the night, her cell phone rang, four times.

 

She hurried to answer it.
 It was blank. No one was there.

 

He became enraged. “WHO THE $%&@ WOULD BE CALLING YOU AT THIS HOUR OF THE MORNING?!?”

 

All kinds of accusations ensued, even though he admitted that HE had been unfaithful to HER, just the night before.

 

She didn’t yell. She didn’t cry.

 

“Get out of my house,” she shouted. Finally, she did what her heart had been screaming at her to do. He left, still raging. After sobbing and shaking for a while, she got a hold of herself.

 

Now what?

 

She sat by the window. The moon was really bright, really full.

Her eyes filled with tears. “God,” she prayed, “I know I shouldn’t be with guys like him. But I just can’t find the strength to stay away from them – to be ‘enough’ without a guy in my life. If I’m not ready yet for the person You want me to be with, that’s fine. Keep preparing both of us. But in the meantime, keep me away from monsters!”

 

Tears of regret and fear gushed for several more minutes, then stopped. She felt better. Finally, she slept.

 

Next day, a girlfriend called out of the blue, and suggested: “You’ve been depressed and reclusive for months. Now you’re rid of him. Good! Let’s go shopping, get all dolled up, and go out and have fun!”

 

Did I mention she’s a real, live beauty queen? Like, in a national pageant just a few years before this? I mean . . . tongues hang.

 

So they went out together, shopped, laughed, healed, and decided to go out on the town and celebrate.

 

They walked in, late, to a popular pub, and the first person she saw was this very, very cute guy.

 

Their eyes locked.

 

She felt a tremendous pull of attraction. But she thought, “NO! I am NOT doing this again!”

 

She walked past him with her nose in the air and joined a group of old college friends. He watched her. Her friends watched him watch her. “Oh, my gosh, he’s coming over here!” they exclaimed.

 

They ran him through a gauntlet of protective teasing. He took it, then faced her and said earnestly:

 

“I know something you don’t know. But this isn’t the appropriate place to tell you. Is there a time we can get together?”

 

He WAS cute. But what was THAT? A PICKUP line?!? Manipulation? AGAIN?!? She refused to give him her name or phone number. Finally, she took his. But she never intended to call.

 

The friends ended up back at her house for chili. They encouraged her: “That was a good guy. You should go out with him. If anything, it’s a free dinner.”

 

She debated. She procrastinated. Finally, she called.
They talked for two hours.
They went out on a date.

 

Kaboom! They had everything in common. They were madly in love.

 

After a week, she asked him, “That thing you said, about knowing something I don’t know. Was that a line?”

 

He looked bashful. “I can’t tell you,” he replied. “You’ll think I’m crazy.”

 

“Try me.”

 

“Well . . . the night before we met, the moon was really bright and really full. I was looking at it, and praying to God to prepare the girl that I’m going to marry. Because I’m ready.”

 

He looked at her.
She looked at him. “You’re not going to believe this. . . .”

 

He searched her eyes: “You saw it? You were praying, too?” His eyes filled with tears.

 

He said, “When you walked past me that first night, my whole life passed before my eyes.”
It was the same for her. They embraced. They wept.

 

They got married. They have two amazingly adorable sons, and a beautiful daughter.

 

They’re teaching them this: 
If you want to have love in your life – real love – just trust God with His plan. He’ll work it out for you. He has ways to alert you to what’s best for you, like phone calls from “nobody” in the middle of the night. Funny: those calls never did show up on her cell-phone bill. But they helped wake her up – enough to give God her dream and trust Him to make it come true.

 

Want love? Ask Him. Trust Him. It’s so simple, it’s crazy.

 

Ask Him for a life that’s really bright . . . and a heart that’s really full.

 

I found him whom my soul loveth:

I held him, and would not let him go….

— Song of Solomon 3:4b

 


By Susan Darst Williams | Ÿ www.TheDailySusan.com Ÿ | Radiant Beams Ÿ|  © 2016