Did anyone else grow up watching Disney?
You know, the classic fairytales where the guy meets the girl and falls in love and by the end of that one hour, they live happily ever after. I mean I don’t know about others out there, but as a little girl I have thought of that moment for just about forever… the moment I would meet my prince charming. Now when it comes to my story
I did not lose my shoe only to have him search the whole kingdom to find me
I did not trade my voice for feet
I was not freed from a giant prison [well unless you count PA school]
And I certainly was not awoken by a magical kiss.
No of all the romantic movies genres out there mine was something of a romantic comedy written by the best director around: God.
How do I know it is a comedy? Well…. I waited my whole life, prayed my whole life for the mystery man who would stand at the end of that aisle and say I do to find he had been under my nose since the seventh grade. *facepalm*
Yup, I started my year at Worthington Christian as a seventh grader and little did I know that my future husband was walking through those same doors. Talk about crazy.
I mean we didn’t truly become friends until high school and to be honest its because he would eat all my extra baked goods that I brought to class. I mean without fail, one text, and he was at the classroom door in minutes – I guess it’s true what they say… the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
That trend continued all the way through college as I would trade a nice, cooked breakfast for company on my runs. We would chat about our latest relationships, I would fill him in on all the female drama, ask him for a male’s advice on life’s most complex relational problems, and inevitably chat about God and all he has worked in our lives. It was GREAT. I had a male best friend who could help me understand the mysteries of my boyfriend’s mind, someone who had absolutely NO interest in dating [bachelor to the rapture being his daily mantra - oops] and someone I could just be my sweatpant wearin – messy bun rockin – coffee drinkin self with.
Life couldn’t get much better [or so I thought]
Then my world flipped when my neighbors husband told her, and she told me, that my running buddy was in fact in love with me.
HOLD UP….. haha ya no way.
Except… the more I thought about it… the more I realized he may not really have a thing for me… but I was falling for him… of course HE DOESN’T WANT TO DATE ANYBODY [do you hear my frustration?!?!?!!] So here I was stuck with all the feels and nothing to do with them.
I
Had
Fallen
For
My
Best
Friend.
Man, for a whole whopping two months I kept those feelings to myself. No point in expressing them to the man who wants to be a lonesome grandpa in the woods. UNTIL *suspense building* I spent the night at his house with his whole family – aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins – the whole shebang watching MMA. As he drove me home that night we had a very important conversation that changed our lives forever:
Micah: Alissa I like you
Me: *totally oblivious and very asleep* ya micah I like you too :)
Micah: no Alissa… I really like you.
Me: ohhh…. I really like you too.
And that was it. Now, here we are a year later, and he proposed to me at the dam where we run, at sunset, with roses, and candles, and a dog…
And it was PERFECT.
It wasn’t love at first sight like you see in the movies. It was a slow, gradual, you are my absolute best friend type of love. It was one that was proven by actions over the years. An unconditional sort of love where all my anxiety, and eating disorder thoughts, and stress were looked past… one where I was seen the way my Father in heaven sees me – a unique and special masterpiece. And as my prayers changed from:
God… one day when I meet that man
To
God… please keep him safe and give him wisdom and courage to face his crazy school day + ROTC
I just knew. Not because our eyes locked over the candlelight and I felt whole and complete. But because I was walking hand in hand with God. I was asking his advice on each man I dated. I was sifting them through prayer and holding them in an open hand until God told me he was the one. I knew because God answered a very specific prayer of mine in this man.
And while the road was bumpy and twisted at times it was perfect. Because without even knowing it I was in the middle of my very own fairytale. One handwritten just for me. One more beautiful than I could ever dare to imagine.
Not to be cheesy BUT yours is out there too.
Run to God first and foremost and then, when you least expect it, maybe when you give up on finding it, you will realize you're right in the midst of the most AMAZING story.
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