We Saved the Kiss!

My parents said that from the age of three, I talked and dreamed of getting married. I remember times when we went to visit my Grandma. I would sneak upstairs and pull out the special, mysterious white box that held Momma’s veil she wore for her wedding. I was almost afraid to touch it so I would just look. As I grew older, I would take it out and put it on. I dreamt of how it would look on me as I walked down the aisle and how I would feel as a beautiful bride. I wondered how my story would pan out and who the person that I was dreaming about would be.

Since getting married wasn’t happening in the time frame I thought it should, I realized being content in singleness was going to be important. This became my new goal. Pretty soon a new excitement came over me. I still hadn’t met my husband! That exciting day was still in my future ready to be discovered! So, I decided to stay busy. I worked at a local bank fulltime. I was involved with ministry at our church. I had hobbies. I wrote books and poetry. I studied how to be a Doula and helped Mom and Dad on the farm. I read books on how to be a good wife. I wrote in a diary and…I had a plan. Each day I determined that what I did was in preparation for marriage and my husband. It wasn’t always easy. Often there were tears and heartache. There were times when I wanted to give up hoping. I really had a dream and desire to be a wife and mommy, but at times, I didn’t think it would happen.

Sometimes the Lord surprises us when we are least expecting it. Maybe those are the times when we have finally given up our will for His will. It’s when we are ready for whatever He has in store for us, knowing His plans are not our plans.  And then it happens.

I met Stephen via email (under my dad’s supervision) and we communicated by emailing for about three weeks. At one point Stephen expressed a desire to meet me. I directed him to Dad. This was important to me. This would be the test. If the young man said “why” or “no” that would be a sign he wasn’t the right one for me. If he proceeded, even if he was a bit nervous, well…now we were getting somewhere.

Stephen did email Dad and expressed an interest in meeting me. Unbeknownst to me, Dad and Stephen set up a time to get together first, before we would ever meet. The meeting went well. Dad approved.

November 18th of 2006, we were having a birthday party--mine. Friends, family and Stephen were gathering at Mom and Dad’s home and I was nervous. This would be the first time that Stephen and I would meet in person. Stephen stayed until midnight and we talked and talked while Mom and Dad were nearby within listening range (albeit--groggily). Stephen went home and I wondered if I had just met my husband.

Within a short time, we officially courted. We spent many hours at his or my parents’ house, on the phone or emailing. Rarely were we alone unless traveling in the car from one place to another.

Although Stephen and I were not engaged at this point, we knew we were headed towards marriage. After a discussion about our boundaries (hand holding and kissing), he called me at work one day and said, “Stacie, I have decided we will wait until our wedding day to kiss.” Tears welled up in my eyes. Suddenly, I was someone who was so important, special and treasured in someone else’s eyes. He would sacrifice his desires for me. This was someone special. I had never kissed anyone in my 28 years of life and I wanted to keep my first kiss for the man I was to marry.

On April 1st 2007, my family and Stephen’s family had an Easter Potluck. The evening progressed with food, laughter, fun and an Easter egg hunt (which I found out later was planned to throw me off as to why everyone had cameras and video cameras). Once the egg hunt was over, the children sent off to enjoy their new goodies, the adults were left to play a game. At my turn, I picked up the cards and on each of those cards was my name. The cards said, “Stacie, would you be my wife, the mother of our children, my best friend and share my initials for a lifetime?” I said yes! We hugged while everyone whooped and hollered and congratulated us. It took me weeks, months, to realize that I was getting married--and to someone who truly cherished and loved me.

We chose September 29th 2007 to be our wedding day! And by the way, I did wear Momma’s veil!

The wedding ceremony was beautiful--a one-hour ceremony full of meaning. The music, the special words from my Dad, the symbolic elements we had in the wedding--the lighting of a memory candle, signing our wedding certificate in front of witnesses, presenting our moms with flowers, the seven Jewish blessings to a Bride and Groom that were sung to us in Hebrew and then translated by my Dad (we are not Jewish but it was an element that I wanted), the funny gigantic ring I had the best man hand to Stephen during the ring ceremony—and the kiss. Oh yes, the kiss. It was so worth waiting for. There wasn’t anything better in the world than the knowledge that I had saved that kiss for Stephen. It was a wonderful moment, so sweet and gentle.
Stephen and I have been married for almost a year now. I realize more and more that I married a wonderful, Godly man who loves me unconditionally. I appreciate his qualities. He is very relaxed and laid back which complements me since I am the one who seems to have a bit more red in my hair! No, it hasn’t been easy and there have been some really hard times. But the good outweighs the bad and the rewards of a sanctified marriage are amazing. We look forward to having a family of our very own and being able to raise them with Godly values and morals.

STACIE EARLEY
Spokane Valley, Washington, USA
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Printed in Above Rubies # 75.

My Dream

Around the time I could seriously be thinking about marriage I received an offer that would have made all of my girlish dreams of romance come true. However, the only answer I could hear from God was, “Do not settle for your dreams; run after mine.”

I chose Christ. He’s the very essence of my life. Yet, that initial choice did not stop me from lusting after romance. And God, being the jealous God he is, began calling me to a higher commitment, into a sacred romance meant for just the two of us.

After a particularly hard relationship in my early twenties (mainly the longing for one with a certain boy) I came crawling to the feet of Jesus saying, "Take this burden from me. I can't seem to stay committed to you alone. Separate me unto yourself." He answered me, "My daughter, if you truly long for this you must surrender. And you must give up not only this man but your right to choose one."

My father came to me several days later and offered, unaware of the conversation that God and I had, to take over the duty of finding me a husband.
I agreed. From that day on I left the "looking" in my father's hands and tried my best to follow God. He led me here and there--overseas, to different states, across streets and through cities.

I didn't do it perfectly. My gaze wandered many times... searching. The only allowance I gave myself was a journal written to my husband. Into that I poured my dreams, prayers and longings. Through that God drew my gaze daily back to Him. I prayed constantly: for grace to walk the path God had for me and for something to hold onto in the meantime. Then one night I had a dream. This is the abridged version:

I was standing in a group of people. They were obviously friends of mine. Every little while some would leave and others would come. I became aware of someone who was watching me. I hadn't noticed the exact time he joined the group but once my eye was caught he walked towards me.

He smiled at me, picked me up and began walking away. At first I was a bit put out. Who
was this guy? What gave him the right? But, as we walked he began to talk. He told the story of his longings and his dreams. He looked at me and said, "Share my dreams with me." I didn't know what to think.

After awhile we stopped at the top of a hill. There, out in the open, was a dance floor. It was beautiful cherry wood. Polished. Flawless. There were people standing around it but no one was dancing. The man walked into the middle of the floor then slowly set me on my feet.

"Why aren't the people dancing?" I asked him.

He looked at me and smiled, "Because this is our dance floor. I made it for you so that we could dance together."

"But you couldn't have known me when you were building this." I was confused as I looked around then back at him.

"I had the hope of you. I built it and I prayed for you; then I searched until I found you." He answered.

Right then vivid pictures flashed through my mind. Him working. Sweating. Pounding nails. Sanding. Varnishing. Work. Work. Work. Just to dance with me.

We started dancing. And I cried.

When I woke up I felt God say, "This is what I have for you." Right then, a love began growing in my heart for the man God had for me.

Amos and I knew each other for quite awhile. Or rather, knew "of" each other. It wasn't until December of 2006 that we talked directly. He was my brother's friend. A few years older than me. I knew he owned a farm. Worked on tractors. Seemed like a nice guy. Little did I know that he had been watching me for some time. In fact, I was oblivious to everything; it took my father inviting him over for dinner to open my eyes.

Even after the first dinner it took a little time to realize that he was serious. In 2007 I spent the better part of the first six months in Brazil helping a missionary family. On my return our "courtship" became serious. We didn't date in the usual sense. Mostly we talked. We talked about everything you can imagine. Our past. Our present. Our future. Our dreams. Our fears. Our nightmares. Our passions. Our visions. Our joys. Our pain. And God.

By the end of the first "intense" week of courtship I knew without a doubt that this was the man God had been telling me about. I wasn't "in love" in a worldly sense but I was completely confident that this was the man for me.

I met his parents (as his girlfriend, not just a random girl at church) and he met my extended family. Some thought we were crazy to be talking about marriage so soon, but they hadn't sat through our discussions. And they hadn't watched every promise from God play out in our lives.

I chose to love him. It wasn't an emotional choice; it was definitely a factual decision. I was attracted to him physically, emotionally, and most importantly, spiritually. This was it.

He took me to his farm. Settled at the top of the hill. So beautiful. He told me how much he had prayed for someone to share his life with him. The picture of the dance floor from my dream drifted across my vision. And I fell. I mean... head-over-heels, crazy-can't-see-straight, I-can't-believe-he's-mine IN LOVE. Not because his farm is so beautiful (although I do love it) but because I recognized him from my dream. And all that love that had been growing and building up for the man who would care for me so deeply... spilled out.

He proposed on the farm. In the living room of his house. I said yes.

My father's approval had been given from the start. He HAD invited him over for dinner after all!

How could I say anything else when God had so carefully orchestrated our love story from the very beginning?

NATASHA METZLER
Lowville, New York, USA
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Printed in Above Rubies # 75.

The Sunset Walk

Our families have worshipped together for years and both our mothers had been secretly making wedding plans since we were little. We were involved together in serving families in our church as well as participating in mission trips to both Canada and Mexico. Although best friends for years before our courtship, our families held us both accountable and we maintained the highest level of purity.

I made a list of qualities I wanted in a Godly husband, and Nathan more than fulfilled all of them. It was just a matter of waiting... it had to be God's timing. I knew, and he knew, but it had never been discussed.

After I completed my home education, Nathan asked my father if he could begin courting me. Our courtship lasted about five months. On the 26th of October, and after dinner in town, he brought me home, and we took a sunset walk. He led me to Pine Forest, a wooded area on our property where he had planned a romantic location to propose. The ladies from our church had carefully carried out his instructions--rose petals on the walk, soft music playing through the trees and candles flickering. It was breathtaking. 

After he proposed, and I accepted of course, we walked back to my parent’s house, where several of the families from our church had gathered for a celebration. We were married two months later in a fairytale wedding at an historic chapel surrounded by our families and closest friends. We saved our first kiss for our wedding day. Our wedding was beautiful, but our marriage is heavenly. 

JACKELYNN ERDELT
Inez, Texas, USA
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They married in January 2008--Jackelynn was 19 and Nathan 20 and are now expecting their first baby.

Printed in Above Rubies # 75.

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