We’ve been faithfully committed to one another and held one another accountable to purity.
We’ve worked out together, vegged out together, and rocked out together.
We’ve worked through book studies with one another, traveled with one another, been beyond annoyed with one another.
We’ve comforted one another, danced with one another, and respected one another.
We’ve navigated through this past year and ultimately, every day, chosen to grow in love with each other.
And yet when Jeremiah took a knee and asked me to be his wife, I immediately doubted my answer.
I know I’m not the only girl in the world who has cried tears of joy with a new ring on her finger while wrestling the overwhelming weight of the “yes” that just escaped her lips.I know I’m not the only girl who’s mind began spinning when the hypothetical dreams became the reality of the moment.Our whole lives we’re sold “happily ever after”, time and time again. I’ve been in a relationship with Jeremiah for 15 months. We’ve supported one another in the struggles of building our careers. Even in church, I’ve been told that God is designing the PERFECT man for me. And while I’ve always rolled my eyes at these concepts, I failed to realize how much they were etching their way into my thoughts and heart. We’ve cried some, laughed often, bickered more, and smiled the most. I’ve heard talk about Prince Charming, “The One”, my “soul mate”.And I’ve known I wanted to spend my life with him for 6. We’ve each seen financial blessings at times and we’ve each been broke-as-a-joke at times.