Last week I talked about the time I met my husband and called it Boy Meets Girl With a Red Ford Probe. Although I enjoy that story, I have an even better love story to share with you this week.
The story of how I met my Savior.
I ended last week with the dream of living happily ever after. We all think that will be our story when we meet the one we will marry, don’t we? But reality settles in eventually and we realize that our spouse isn’t meeting all our needs.
Before Patrick and I got married I began to feel restless, unsatisfied. I had an aching feeling inside. Problems rose up before our marriage, to the point that I tried to call off the wedding.
I will never forget that day.
Patrick walked out of my parents house and drove away. A few minutes later he returned. I looked out the window and saw him holding his hands to his face. I assumed he was crying.
This was the first time I broke my husbands heart, but it would not be the last.
I knew when he pulled back in the driveway I would go through with the wedding. I am so glad I did.
Our wedding was perfect, everything I ever wanted. But, in the back of my head, I was thinking, If this doesn’t work I will just get a divorce.
The first two years of our marriage I carried that thought with me. I was basically waiting for a reason to divorce Patrick. I felt like I was forced to marry him because “Melissa always does what is expected” and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I was sure Patrick would do something that would allow me to file for divorce.
During that time I hung out with my friends, choosing to party with them and not be with my husband.
In January of 2000 I attended the church I grew up in most of my life. In the Sunday school class the teacher challenged us to read the Bible in a year. I had never read the whole Bible so I thought I would give it a try.
A strange thing began to happen as I read.
I saw God.
The words made sense to me when before they were just stories in a book. I looked forward to Sundays and what the pastor would share.
In February of that year our closest friends told us they were getting a divorce. I realized I didn’t want that to happen me. I saw the pain in their lives and didn’t want to bring that into my own life, or Patrick’s. Divorce started to lose its appeal.
March 18, 2000 I attended a conference for women, called the Changed Life Seminar. I went thinking it would be a nice day to spend with my mom. I never thought my life would change.
God had others plans.
The speaker was Glenda Revell. I won’t go into detail about her talk, but God used what she said to reach into my heart and show me His great love. My eyes were opened for the first time. I asked Jesus to come into my heart.
Now, I was sure healing had come into my life. What Patrick could not fill in my heart, God could. This is true. Yet, I faced the problem of taking some responsibility for my healing.
Jesus does offer us complete healing when He comes into our lives. But healing is a gift.
Upon Jesus coming into my life I accepted many gifts. I unwrapped loved, praise, forgiveness and so much more.
One gift looked too pretty to unwrap and I knew if I unwrapped it I would have to look at a lot of ugly stuff and it would hurt. The gift would lose its beauty.
That was the gift of healing from my past.
I took that pretty gift and I said, “Yep, I have been healed.” I placed it up on a shelf and I would not look at it again until nine years later.
Every once in a while I would throw glances at healing and remember that it was there but I would never touch the pretty box. I didn’t want to mess it up.
I am so glad I met Jesus when I did. I have questioned Him, asking why He saved me back in 2000 when He knew I would commit so many dark sin’s later. He has clearly told me, “Because I knew you would need a Savior.”
I thank Him for wanting to be my Savior when He knew I would hurt Him and turn my back on Him.
This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins. 1 John 4:10 (NLT)
Last week I asked you to share the story of how you met your spouse. This week I would love hear how you met your Savior. Please share.