Only a few days ago, I realized this February 27th would be 50 years since the night I met my future husband, Jim. This was not my first blind date, but it rendered any future ones unnecessary. Because of the kindness of friends and the providential hand of God, I met the answer to my simple prayer to God: please bring someone for me to love who will love me back.
Every year we celebrated this day, sometimes with an overnight stay as our children got older. One especially enjoyable outing was at Pere Marquette Lodge close to Grafton, Illinois, before its renovation. Bed and Breakfast destinations, at least two in Lafayette Square, were settings we found interesting, especially when there were other visitors. However, one of our stays in Lafayette Square was in a three story building, and we were the only overnight occupants. Even the owners weren't around during the night.
Tonight is the fourth year I have remembered that first night on my own. Doing so at this point doesn't make me sad; oh, no, I feel thankful to have found that man who I would love and would love me back. That simple prayer turned out to be so much more than I imagined when I prayed. This fulfills a favorite scripture from Ephesians 3:20 : Our God is able to do exceedingly abundantly more than we can ask or imagine. Indeed.
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