Part 2- On the Other Side of The Story

So I continued in that fragile but sure faith for one year. I never befriended him on facebook or tried to email him. I wanted to cling to my trust of God putting it together. I didn't want to catch his eye, or even one of his thoughts. Every now and then I must confess, I would look on my friends facebook page to find a picture of him and I would read the blog he wrote for his cycling trip. That’s how I discovered his name was actually, Asher. That means happiness, and that felt like a promise to me. But other than that, I knew nothing about his life or what he was doing before or beyond the cycling trip. And he certainly didn't know anything about me. I'm sure he must of forgotten my name a few seconds after being introduced to me. But that entire year I felt a sure promise from God that this was my husband and God had it all planned out.

It was in that same year, that Asher was going through one of the most confusing and dry times of his life. He was actually in pursuit of another girl. One that he felt, and others confidently exclaimed, would be the one for him. That was why he was in Kentucky that night. The same night God was speaking so strongly to me.

He was pursuing her, but he felt stuck. Nothing seemed to be connecting, he kept asking God, "Why am I even here?" and he never heard an answer. He felt like he was in the dark and God just let him stay there to be confused and to figure out life on his own. As the whole idea of him being with that other girl seemed to fall apart over the next year, he wondered, "God are you even involved, do you care at all about these life matters?" and he never heard an answer. Well, maybe not "never", because 4 years later he would find out that in that time of confusion, God sent him down to Kentucky not to be misdirected but to set up his future by giving me a promise.