There’s a saying: “The most important thing about marriage is who you marry”. What a profoundly true statement. Was it easy to wait until I was 28 years old for the right man? No way! I imagined myself getting married young and having at least five kinds. Fortunately, I’m a long-term thinker and I knew that it would be a better life to stay single than to marry the wrong man.
Ryan and I were actually interested in other people when we started what would become the best friendship we’ve both ever had. It all started during a church Valentine’s Day event in the café.
Even though I knew most of the people there I was sitting by myself discouraged by a scary legal situation I was fighting. Ryan who barely knew me took the time to give me about 100 scriptures to meditate on, I probably only captured about half of them on my phone because he was going so fast. I walked about from that conversation totally encouraged!