I do believe God sends us our mate. I have girlfriends still waiting and others waiting again. For the latter, we jokingly say the first one sent was God showing his sense of humor. Anyway, for me at least, God sent me my prince. Though I have not always been able to see the prince in the prince that God sent me.
After 24 years of marriage there are a few things I know for sure. When I can't see the prince in the prince that God sent me I ask myself a few questions. I may not be able to see the prince in him but can I see God in him? That is all it takes. I snap back.
Because I can always see the work God has done in him or is doing in him. I don't have to look far. So usually the joke is on me. God looking at me saying really? You really think I am going to allow you to sit in judgment of one whom I have made in my own likeness. And when I think of it that way it causes me to make self-reflection not finger projection. I ask myself, what is going on with me that I am so easily led to this way of thinking about him? My supposed prince. What is going on with me? What am I not seeing, not hearing, not addressing inside me that validates this negative behavior in me?
Usually when I take this tally not of him but of me, I find my truth. And truth is it is almost never about him and what he is or is not doing or saying, but about me and how I feel about myself at the time. Eager, sad, needy, anxious, vulnerable, self-conscious, empty. Egocentric, selfish, inflexible, full, independent.
When I can't see the prince in the prince that God sent me usually the first thing I have to do is come down from my throne.
And let the church say, Amen.