I sort of met my husband on St Patrick's Day. We knew each other vaguely from church. I knew him as the loud American (we both lived in Cambridge UK at the time). He knew me as the girl who always wore knee high boots & could improvise answers in group Bible study.
I went with 2 friends to an exchange dinner at his college & when we walked in I said, "I know that guy from church, we can sit with him." He asked how he could get tickets to the May Ball at my college. I asked if he could dance. He said yes. I said, "Then you can come with me."
Given that we were going to go to an all night party together, we decided we should get to know each other. But we weren't remotely dating. In fact, at the ball, we spent very little time together, as I was pretty sure we weren't a fit. But over time, his character won me over.
We have very little in common. When we started dating, our few mutual friends were thoroughly surprised! But he really loves Jesus & we share a desire to welcome people on the fringes in.
When we first married, I panicked that I'd made a mistake. But I found he was somehow able to comfort me in my panic & I thought that was a hopeful sign. 13 years into marriage, our relationship is much better than when it first began. In fact, it's a huge blessing to us both.
I deeply believe that singleness is a good & often undervalued way to live as a Christian. Paul says it's preferable to marriage & we do ourselves a great disservice if we forget this. But I'm truly thankful for the marriage God has given me & the ways Bryan challenges me.
So Happy St Patrick's Day!
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