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|Another Celebration In The Bank (standard:humor, 902 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Feb 12 2023||Views/Reads: 110/47||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This verse has guided me throughout my entire life, especially in the area of marriage. Either I can lean on my own understanding, or, I can trust in the Lord with all my heart. If I’m going to go down the right path only God can lead me.|
This month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I celebrate the 52nd anniversary of our engagement. In August, it'll be the 52nd anniversary of our wedding. I can't believe we have been together for 52 years. But, alas, here it is. I first met her in September of 1970 when I went to Bible college. Knowing that God was calling me to be a pastor, I understood that I would need a wife to help me in this ministry. Not being woman-wise, and no dating experience: I thought a date was simply a dried-up prune. Not knowing what to do, I simply put it in God's hands. Before I went to this Bible college, my prayer was, “Heavenly Father, make the first young lady I meet when I go to school be the wife you have chosen for me.” It sounds ridiculous, but not being woman-wise, it was my best choice. My parents took me up to New York, where the college was, as we drove into the men's dorm driveway a young lady was coming out. This young lady had her hair rolled up in tomato cans which was rather usual at that time. When I saw her walk out, I quickly prayed, “Not yet, Father. My feet have not touched the ground.” I think God was chuckling. For some reason, I was never able to get away from her because it was a very small college, and everybody knew everybody. Not being woman-wise, I did not know how to conduct myself in such a situation. In December, we were on some date, and she happened to say, or so I thought she happened to say it, “Wouldn't it be nice to get married?” Again, my not being woman-wise did not allow me to understand what was going on. I simply replied to her, “I think it would be great to get married.” Foolish me, I thought that was the end of the conversation. The next day in school, as I walked down the hallway, everybody looked at me, smiled, and said, “Congratulations.” So I smiled back and thanked them. I had no idea what I was being congratulated on, I thought perhaps I finally passed a test in school. After a while, I stopped somebody congratulating me and asked what he was congratulating me for. Laughing, he said, “Oh, you silly boy. I'm congratulating you on your upcoming wedding.” Then he walked away. I stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to process what he had just told me. What wedding was he talking about? Who did they think I was marrying? Later that afternoon, I met her in the cafeteria, she looked at me, smiled, and said, “I've told everybody, and everybody is happy for us. Isn't it wonderful?” I then realized I was the last one in the college that knew I was getting married. God was the first one to know whom I was going to marry, and I was the last one to know. That is chapter 1 in woman-wise psychology. Although it's been 52 years, I still have not progressed to chapter 2. Perhaps chapter 2 would begin with, “Do you want to be right or happy?” Click here to read the rest of this story (52 more lines)
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