Happy New Year everyone! Before I get to anything else I want to thank you all so much for your comments you left on my post last week concerning my big news! Literally, after that post was published, and my Facebook status was changed, there was no getting up from the computer for the rest of the day! The comments came pouring in on here, one after the other! I was OVERWHELMED, to say the least, by your words of congratulations and joy. It was like watching fireworks go off, really. Some comments were short and full of fire and excitement at the news, while others were lengthened with beautiful words of blessing and encouragement. But all of them spoke of one thing in common–you all really, really want to know the story of how God brought Levi and I together last year. My dear friends, your wish is my command… 🙂
Where to start…? Ah yes! How we met is a very good place to start. It was the end of May, May 24th, 2015 to be exact. It had been a rigorous singing month for us; one that leaves your head spinning in circles if you look back at it for too long, and one that leaves you feeling quite appreciative of the quiet moments when you can take a break from the commitments of life and just enjoy the company of your family and close friends. This particular May day happened to be a Sunday, and our family and most of our Church body was gathering at a friend’s house for a fellowship meal of hotdogs and hamburgers.
While the families were arriving, and the food was being prepared, Dad noticed the young man who had recently begun to attend our Church, standing a ways off talking with a few of our friends. We had seen him of course on the few Sundays previous, and who wouldn’t? He dressed both in spiffy 1940s attire, as well as kilts! We couldn’t quite make him out from a distance, and since none of us had introduced ourselves to him yet, Dad being Dad, said that he would like our family to meet him that day. One thing we did know about him beforehand was that he knew a mutual acquaintance down in Tennessee, so we figured we’d start out the conversation with that after the introduction.
Now of course I had no clue what was in store for me or my family regarding Levi, and my first thoughts about him as we talked over the meal went something like this:
- We have mutual acquaintances down in Tennessee.
- If he enjoys being around those kinds of people, does that mean he’s likeminded with us?
- Wow! Our Childhood upbringings are so similar! We have a lot in common, how neat!
- He is very confident and sure of himself. I hardly ever see this in guys now-a-days.
- He even has life goals and a vision for what he wants his life to look like.
- He seems to be a truly remarkable young man. I sure hope we get to be good friends with him.
- Wow! He is like the brother we girls never had but always dreamed about!
And there is the key word: brother. When I was younger, I often used to dream about having an older brother who could go hunting with Dad, help us girls build forts outside, carve us dolls and toys out of wood, play the prince charming, or knight in shining armor, and all the other things brothers do for their sisters. (In my naive little mind, this was what I thought brothers did, and some do, but I’ve learned they do a lot of other amazing things too since that time.) It was even a prayer of mine, even though I knew that it was impossible to have a brother, let alone an older brother. But God doesn’t forget prayers, and he can accomplish the impossible. The realization of this prayer hit me like a bullet the day after we met Levi, and my heart melted and I cried and sobbed tears of joy. What a gift!
For a long time, Levi had no idea about all of this, and it wasn’t until much later that I told him how God had answered my prayer by bringing him into our lives. He was so happy when I told him that. 🙂
Now to all of you young ladies who are reading this, I want you to know that I did ask myself the question, “Could he be the one?”. But only once. As soon as I saw myself going down that path I decided I wouldn’t let any emotions or sinful thoughts get in the way of having a brother in Christ. It was the fear of messing our friendship up that kept my heartstrings tied up right where they were, with Dad. Now I didn’t do this alone. It was through the Holy Spirit guiding me, and with the strength of Christ that I navigated the new waters I found myself in. And ultimately I believe it was this decision that allowed my friendship with Levi to blossom into something far more beautiful later on. So my dears, keep your heartstrings tied up where they need to be, until you are asked by the one if he can untie the knots.
Where did you first meet your husband?
What encouraged you most in this post?
Jessica, the Eldest Sister & Singer