My parents divorced when I was 5 and between the ages of 7 and 14, I would get under my bed, lie face down, and pray for my husband. I asked God to take care of him and to make him be the kind of man who did not believe in divorce. I asked God to make him be the kind of man who would always be willing to drop everything and get down on the floor and play with his kids. I asked God to make him funny and to give him dark hair and light eyes. I asked God to make him smart and hard-working and to give him a job that paid good money (I didn’t want Him to leave anything out). I also asked God to make him a Godly man who would love me till the day he died.
That summer we graduated from high school….and got engaged (insert laughter.)
He went to college in Missouri. I went to LSU. By the end of our 1st semester, we had agreed to “take a break”.
Two years later we met for a long weekend of skiing in Colorado.
God answered all my prayers.