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Faith, Fairy Tales, and Finding Mr. Right
As featured in Just Between Us Magazine February 2022
Growing up in church we were taught to pray for our future spouse. As an adult, I still see the practice as pertinent, just not well executed. We as girls were encouraged to dream and make wish lists of what we hoped for in a mate and then pray for that man to come into our lives; as if God was Santa and we were asking for our most coveted Christmas wish.
I knew that my parents had been praying for my future husband from what I understood was the moment I was born. It was an abstract concept in my adolescent mind and I was unclear for what exactly they were praying. That he would be a Christian? A good husband? A provider, leader, rich? I wasn’t sure.
My friends and I were deemed the BCGs (Boy Crazy Girls) before we were old enough to drive. I had imagined my life through with more than several dozen boys by the age of 10 and even have the diary to prove it. Though some potential mates seemingly wouldn’t work out because at the time I felt that I couldn’t marry a boy with blonde hair because I was a brunette and I didn’t think that was an appropriate match… As an adult the thought makes me laugh.
Unsurprising to those who know me, I wasn’t like most other girls. My list was long and very detailed but I was…
