Welcome to this special edition of Tuesday Talk
What is so special you ask? Well… in light of Valentine's day being only a couple days away the hosts are sharing their loves stories.
Mine is below… and you can click to check out the others.
And if you have a love story, than you should write it and link it up next week ;)
Whitney at Polka Dotty Place
|Look… there we are. College aged A and S. And proof for those that don't believe me that Andrew's hair used to be both really long and really blonde.|
Just a fun tidbit about me, I have never been a date around sort of person. So when I went to college I decided I didn't want to date around, I just wanted to date one more person and that would be my husband. Thus began an unintentional husband search my first semester in college. I was more focused on looking to see if I could find the right guy than I should have been. But I was told, "that's what you are supposed to do."
Between my confused focus and sorority date nights, I definitely went on dates with some guys that were not my future husband ( not that that was bad or any of those guys were bad.. it was just not my plan). So I guess I failed. But when I got to the end of the semester and I was reading back through my prayer journal, I was sad to see what filled the pages. I felt like it was more of a journey to find my husband than a journey to get to know my Savior. Over Christmas break God really pricked my heart about that- weeks of praying and one trip to Passion (yep they had Passion way back in 2006) led me to one thing:
It was okay if I was single- like for the lest of my life.
So new spring semester and I vow the opposite. I will not be looking for my husband, I will be focus on growing in my relationship with Jesus and if God brings a relationship along… okay. Just a couple of days into the semester and I am about to walk to the off-campus book store to buy my books (I didn't bring my car with me as a freshman) and Andrew sees me walking, so he offers me a ride. I often wonder if this was in any way planned on his part or he was just being nice and then things worked out. Anyways, he drove me to buy my books, then asked me to help him plan a ping pong tournament for the campus ministry we were both involved in. We hung out a lot in the planning of that. Then we went to a big group to see the Gym Dogs at UGA, afterwards he asked me what I was doing the rest of the evening, my response?
"I am just going to go back to my dorm and study." Mind you this was a Friday night and this was my not so smooth way of trying to get him to ask me out.
Thankfully he did not run away from my dorkiness and the rest is history (well there were a lot of really good times and really hard times after that, but that is another story for another time;))
I also really want to share is the love story of the here and now. 7 years of marriage, 6 moves, 2 kiddos, 1 miscarriage and countless other things later. Life is hard. Don't get me wrong, so good, but hard and busy and trying.
And like most young couples we don't really have the means for fancy dates or exotic vacations. But I have decided that is not where the romance is found anyways. I mean those things are nice, but usually romance is found in the everyday. The taking out the trash, folding laundry and washing dishes (glamorous right?). When Andrew watches the kiddos after a long workday so I work on or do something I am passionate about. He always supports me like that.
And most of all? Serving together. I have said this before and I will say it again, when we are serving together we feel the closest.
So… what is your Love Story this Valentine's Day? I would love to hear it! Feel free to link it up this week or next!