Manifestation

​My mother and I were dreamers of life, love and ministry. We’d sit for hours just dreaming about things to come and expressing excitement about every little detail of my future. One of our favorite dreams to share was what my future husband would be like. We’d laugh and giggle about how strong he’d have to be to deal with my “independence,” the sense of humor he’d have to handle my sarcasm and the love for God he’d have to fully support me in ministry. Of course, we’d smile chatting about the tears Dad would have in his eyes the day he had to walk me down that long aisle. Amidst our conversations, Mom would always remind me how she and Dad had been praying for my future spouse since I was a little girl. She never promised to know who “he” was, but she was confident in a God who heard their prayers.
 
When God sent my now fiancé, I was in awe. Beyond his witty humor, beautiful heart and love for God, there was something “different” about him. As I’ve prayed for God to reveal that “difference” to me, I’ve come to the beautiful realization that he is the manifestation of my parents’ prayers. My parents not only left me with cherished memories, but through their prayers they left me with a fiancé who  cherishes me.