Tuesday, February 10, 2009
SWAK (Part 2) - I love you...
I started SWAK early, so if you want to read the first part of the story you can find it here
Part 2 ...
He had gone home for the weekend and I was eagerly anticipating his arrival back on campus. I missed him (and i was insecure). He called to tell me that he wrecked his car. It was totaled. It was a long night that Sunday. We talked a long time. We cried. He was depressed. I was out of control. He told me he loved me and I reciprocated. Things began to change.
We were making new commitments. Trying to help each other not to drink so much. It was summer and time to go back to our respective homes. We spent hours on the phone, almost nightly. We wrote sappy letters chronicling our pathetic lives without one another. I went to visit him and we had this conversation.
Him : "Do you believe in God?"
Me: "I believe in a higher power, but I don't really know much about God"
We headed back to school. Both of us had new resolve to make better decisions. This is when he started getting weird. I would walk to his dorm and he'd be reading a ... Bible. Can you believe it? Then he didn't want to come to my house because of what went on there. Next he invited me to Church and Bible Study and IV. He was changing and I was trying to change.
Then it happened. I was 19. Life was crazy. I felt hopeless. God drew me to himself. I confessed, I was lost, I needed help, from the only "higher power" that existed. I needed Jesus and he met me where I was. He took me and began the process of changing me from the inside out. He promptly ruined all my goals and replaced them with His plan for me. That handsome boy had led me to Christ and he stood with me as I began to leave the things that were hindering me behind.
I love that boy from my college days (turns out he was a redhead) and I love him even more since he has been my husband for the last 8 years. There is no greater gift he could have given me, then or now, than to introduce me to the Savior of the world. Thank you Norse. You are wonderful.
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