Unlucky in Love??

“I found myself wandering around the restaurant searching for my best friend. I looked into the rows of tables filled with the guests and behind the head table where the guests of honor would be seated very shortly to find that they were nowhere around. As I glanced around the room I couldn’t help but notice the decor. Everything from the tablecloths down to the napkins were colored in this atrocious shade of green. I quickly walked into an adjoining room just as green and discovered a table lined with fruit and cookie trays at the far side of the room. Being famished from the fear of not finding my friend, I made my way through the crowd and snagged a couple of strawberries. I resumed my search by asking everyone around where my friend was at. Their reactions were the same. They’d shrug and say I don’t know. Suddenly, a lady called my name, grabbed my arm, and placed me in a line of well dressed men and women. Apparently, they were introducing all the guests. Great! Now I’ll never find them, I thought. I found my place at the back of the line. The same lady handed me a bouquet of green flowers and said “Wait here.” What? Why am I holding these flowers? I looked down only to become more confused. I realized I was wearing a white ball gown type dress with beading and had a white flowy veil in my hair. “What? Am I the bride? I’m married.” I thought as my pulse quickened. “Where’s my husband?” I asked my mother-in-law. She answered, “I don’t know. I hope you don’t have to walk in alone.” “Me either”, I thought. Then all of a sudden, a tall guy in a black suit joined me. I looked up and immediately thought “He’s ugly!!!”  This guy had a helmet-head comb-over and an acne covered face. Just then my father-in-law announced us and we walked into the main reception hall to cheers and thunderous applause. I held onto my bouquet for a little bit as we walked then rested my hand on his elbow. As we made our way to our seats at the head table, he pulled out my chair for me. Everyone clapped and tears of joy streamed down my face because I realized I was married. Someone loved me enough to marry me. My groom just chuckled. I could finally be happy….Then I heard knocking.”

Knock, knock, knock…“Christa! Time to get up!” My mom called from the open door. Grrrr….why does my mom always seem to wake me up at the good part. Oh well, I was happy for a little bit. I began to compare how different this dream was with all the other dreams I’ve had about my wedding. In my dreams, the groom’s face is always blurred. This time I saw him and I couldn’t believe how ugly he was. I don’t think that I could marry a guy who had a comb-over especially one that was glued to his head. Gives me the shivers… What also was different was the joy I felt as I was sitting down at the head table. The happiness was so real that it left a mark on me for a while after the dream. Wow!! So that is what it will feel like. I don’t know the real reason why I had that dream; maybe it was because my mom and I were discussing weddings the night before. Maybe it was because it’s just been something weighing heavily on my mind recently. Either way, I thoroughly enjoyed it. That morning, I felt like God had given me a special glimpse at my wedding day. Granted I won’t decorate my reception hall in green and my groom will not have a comb-over. For the rest of the day, I was on cloud nineteen hundred and twenty-two. Then it struck…. (Queue Phantom of the Opera music) the dreaded curse. Like a bucket of cold water on a roaring fire, the curse briefly took my feelings of jubilation away. The curse? Yes, the curse. Whenever I develop an attraction for a guy this is how the story goes: Christa likes guy; Christa tries to get to know guy; guy starts to like other girl; guy gets in relationship with other girl; guy marries other girl; Christa remains single…repeat. I’m not one to whole-heartedly believe in curses but after the tenth time that said story happens, you begin to believe in anything (I’m not being sarcastic here).

Previously said story presented itself to me this weekend. As I sat there drying myself off from the bucket of cold water dumped on my fire of happiness, I couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with me. Did I have an anti-relationship mark on my life?? Was I covered in guy repellent?? As I pondered more and more about the situation, God brought to mind a verse I had read earlier this month: Hebrews 10:37 “For yet a little while, and he that shall come will come and will not tarry.” Now this verse has nothing to do with finding your mate but God spoke to me as clear as day and said “Your Mr. Right will come in a little while.” I was elated (and still am) that God spoke to me in that way. I felt so special. I had prayed, God had heard me, and God answered my prayer. I pondered a little bit more and realized that perhaps my Mr. Right was praying that my heart would be guarded for things not meant to be. Perhaps what “repels” guys from me are the prayers of my future husband. Now this maybe a crock of nonsense to you but it kind of makes sense to me. There has to be some other “force” here at work besides a curse. I feel so honored and ecstatic that someone would pray that much for me. I must admit I have shirked in my duty of praying for my future husband but from here on until God brings him to me, I will pray that his heart will be guarded from the wrong relationships. I will also pray that when we meet, both of us will have no doubts that we were meant to be together.

So do I think I’m unlucky in love? No, I think I’m lucky enough to have a God that cares for me and a man that prays for me so much that no one but him will ever date me. I may be reading into this whole situation and looking at it strangely but I don’t think so. God has shown me so much in these past few weeks that I believe He showed that my future husband was praying for me. How Wonderful! On a side note: Future husband, I know you’re out there so I wanted to speak to you directly. Please, please, please, for my sake, have spiked hair. No comb-overs allowed!!

To end this post, I wanted to leave off with a song that has been on my heart for the past couple of days. It’s one of my “Go-To” songs when I’m feeling a little blue. The truth it contains is simple but very real. This song is called God Knows and is sung by the Southern Gospel quartet The Kingsmen. Also before I go, remember that being single and being happy are not two different aspects of life. I am single and I am happy. Remember to sing in the rain. Love you all!!!!