How I Met my Husband and How it Will Never Happen Again

2023. The year that the world ended. Today's generation is warned not to trust men older than you, to fear them, and to loathe them. Today's generation is RIFE with self-hatred, self-loathing, and filled with negativity. But when you look through the fog of hatred, through the cataracts of satanism, you see the reality: this world is sink

ing to depths lower than ever before. This world needs to be held by a guiding hand, to be raised, to be lifted. How do you find that guiding hand, you ask?

That guiding hand has to know more than you, to have more life experience than you. To find the Lord, that means you need to dedicate your time, life, and worship to the guiding hand. To bow down to their commands, to be their biggest supporter, to pledge the air in your lungs to them.

When I met my husband, Adam, I was in high school, nearly 15 years of age. He was 28 or so, my father's work friend. We would have dinner occasionally. He was like a sibling to me. We would chat and talk about God and life every other week, but we didn't know each other that well. I didn't know it at the time, but he was MY guiding hand. From the way he knew the Bible, from his kindness and intelligence, I knew that there was something special about him. And he took an interest in me, too. He saw the maturity that I had. It wasn't a year until I knew him that we both found that we had a mutual interest in me.

At the time, my parents were looking for any suitors that I could be married off to. In a typical teenage rebellion, I stormed off. I refused to talk to them. "How could they think about marrying me off? I'm not some object to sold.", I thought. I felt like I was misunderstood and hated by everyone. But in struggle, we find the Lord. "And we know in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28). And that is exactly what I did.

I found solace in talking with Adam. From the way he spoke, I knew he had a sort of maturity that the suitors my parents were looking for didn't have. And he knew that I was tired of men that didn't adore the Lord as much as me. We did bible readings together and had dinner and lunch together weekly. Eventually lunch turned into a twice-a-week, to a thrice-a-week, to eventually happening 5 days a week. He also asked me to volunteer to go on trips with his ministry, which showed me how much I could do for the Lord. He was married at the time to his old wife and had a child with her, so of course we had these meet-ups as friends.

But about a year later, a few days after my 16th birthday, we realized how much we adored each other. He came up to me at church and told me his feelings. His true feelings. I was shocked. How could he see me in this way? He was my big brother, my best friend? But then I realized. You can't truly love the Lord without dedicating your life to Him. You can't see everything standing up: sometimes you have to get on your knees to get the bigger picture. And that's what I did. I knew in my heart how much I reciprocated his feelings, and I told him. I showed him my love and he showed me his.

At the time, my parents were still looking for a suitor, but Adam and I talked to them. I told them how mature he was, how you could never find another man like him in my high school. He told them about how much we belonged together and how he could become my guiding hand. We convinced them to get a marriage license for us, and we wed on July 4.

The reason I'm telling you this is because I know how this would happen with today's generation. Adam would be lambasted as a "groomer" because of his age difference (he was 28). Society would skewer him on a pike of lies and hatred of Christian men. When in reality, he loved me and I loved him. We loved each other and we were a match made in heaven. Today's generation genuinely has no idea what love is. Love is dedicated to God. Love is an alliance of two people to find God. I found God with Adam, but I doubt anyone in Gen Z could. These unrealistic standards, these "red flags" and "green flags" and "signs" are ridiculous. Love is an alliance. Love is a partnership. Love is a battlefield. Love is love.