Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Wednesday is "Miracle" Day

Miracle: (1)an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause; (2)such an effect or event manifesting or considered as a work of God; (3)a wonder; marvel.

Do you believe in miracles?

I do.

I'm not being hokey or mocking the question. I'm being serious.

I believe in miracles.

It is one of my favorite things about Christmas. Every year, for as long as I can remember there is a miracle at Christmas time.

This is the story of a miracle that happened 4 years ago on Christmas morning. I hope you like it. By the way, it's kinda for the girls who are looking for their one and only.

It starts in the spring of 2005...

You are talking to the serial dater. I dated every version of every guy, every week it seems. I even dated a Jewish guy. From the very beginning it was complicated because all I could think about was how we didn't agree on a very important Man. I couldn't get past it. I'm sorry if that makes me a bad person, but when I date someone I think about the future. I can't help it, I just do and I couldn't see in the future having a conversation with kids about why we couldn't celebrate Christmas and Hanakkah because mommy and daddy don't agree on which holiday we should celebrate. If that had happened, I probably wouldn't have had kids. And I wanted and still want kids. So that was a deal breaker for me. I dated a couple of other guys. And finally was ready to just scream/give up on boys forever. My relationship with my parents was crap. My relationship with God wasn't a whole lot better either.

And then I became Chaplain of Phi Lamb.

I realized that boys were going to be on hold as far as I was concerned. Obviously, I wasn't doing a great job at finding one myself. So I told God that if he had someone for me that He would have to show him to me and that this boy would totally have to pursue things because I wasn't going to have time for it.

I'd like to tell you that I didn't date anyone and that the next person I met was Brandon. But that's not how this story goes.

I was still stubborn and still VERY LONELY. The next two guys I dated wanted nothing more than to make out with me. I of course wanted that too, but I wanted more than just making out and cuddling. I wanted the relationship that came with it. These guys weren't too concerned about that.

I left school and went home. Still alone and still in the very same situation with my parents and God. I was mad, frustrated and now headed to a camp where a pastor's kid I dated was to be and who at the same time had spread some awful things about me. We didn't end our little dating stint too well because he said one thing and changed his mind an hour later. I was thrown all over the place. I had no clue that this was going on or what I was about to step into at camp either. Life was shitty for me to say the least.

My parents wanted me to come home and I wanted to just be alone as soon as his rumors came to surface for me.

My boss told me and I quote, "Sam I have to be honest, you're nothing like the girl I was told was coming here for the summer. You're normal."

I wish I were kidding. And yes, you're allowed to say WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!

Two of my co-workers were sitting there when he said it and they bolted as soon as I looked at them because they knew and didn't have the decency to tell me. One of them was my roommate. At that point, I just wanted to be alone.

I will be so honest as to say that I didn't necessarily care about being alone with God either. And I was at CHURCH CAMP.


So, I did what any pouting, angry kid at God would do. I shut myself off from the world pretty much.

I kept my head down, did what I was supposed to for work and pretty much talked to no one. I luckily had brought movies with me that summer, so I ate lunch in the cabin by myself. I still was Miss Sam when I was out and about at CAMP which means that in the mean time I was still flirting if someone flirted with me. I had met Brandon at this point, but on the inside I was turned off because obviously God didn't have that in the plans for me. And I had more than I could handle on my plate.

Or so I thought. I even told God I had all I could handle. I'm sure God got a good laugh out of that conversation.

Inwardly, I was still struggling with being Chaplain for Phi Lamb. I was supposed to be this huge spiritual leader for the whole group and the future pledge class that was to come. How was I supposed to make an impact when I was struggling with so much crap myself.

Now more than ever God was going to have to be in control of my boy situation. Heck He would totally have to be in control of my situation PERIOD.

At that point, I was at my breaking point.

In our weakness, Christ is made strong. So whatever was supposed to happen with boys and life in general was going to be on His time.

I woke up the next morning, went to work and then went home for the weekend.

Brandon began pursuing me on Monday. And the rest as they say is history.

As cheesy as it sounds, God blessed the broken road that let me to Brandon. And he answered my prayer exactly as I asked it.

Brandon pursued me like a gentleman pursues a lady.
Brandon respected me.
Brandon wanted a relationship with me.
Brandon loved me for me. And still does.

So when I tell you that there is someone out there for you. I mean it.

God put me in the one in a million situation to meet Brandon.
God put me in the one in a million situation to be Chaplain.
God put me in the one in a million situation for someone to let me know that it is more than okay to struggle as a Christian. There is also a reason this happens! (See John 15:18-25)
And God put me in the situation to have a man know from the moment he met me that he was going to marry me.

So, I'll close with this. I know you're lonely. I have been there. But please hang in there. I don't normally tell all the details about Brandon and I because I think some people will think I am crazy instead of real. I can't tell them without their judgment passing upon me about my story. But I wanted you to know all of it, so you'd realize that you're not alone. I've struggled with all that you have and then some. And yet in spite of it all some day, your Prince Charming will come for you. God's promises for you and PC have NOT been forgotten. They are in the works. And remember that my story started with a Jewish guy and ended with a Jewish guy. One just happened to have the ability to change all of mankind for all eternity.

Here is the miracle at Christmas part.

Six months and five days after June 20th--our define the relationship date--Brandon got down on one knee at 6:45 in the morning and asked me to be with him for the rest of our lives.

I said yes.

It's one of my favorite miracles at Christmas. EVER. I'm talking top two.

I hope you get your Christmas miracle this year.

I can't wait to find out what ours will be.

After all like the song says, "It's that time of year when the world falls in love."

Happy Wednesday and Happy Christmas.


Brittany Ann said...

What a great, great, great story! Oh, I love it!

How beautiful. God is so good!

adrienzgirl said...

I believe in miracles too! Yes. I. do.

Gina said...

I am planning on taking a pregnancy test on or around Christmas. I am hoping that's my miracle! :) I LOVE this post!!!

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