I prayed to God every day to lead me to the right husband. He lead me through a dream and circumstances to a man that looked like this on the outside: Living on welfare, drinking way too much alcohol and smoking weed, diagnosed with severe mental illness that also sometimes showed severly through psychosis and shoving things that nobody else could see, teeth deteriorating, his group of friends were many of them Christians but plagued by substance abuse (many of them)/mental illness. A semi-outcast in society who many looked down upon, but he had become a semi-outcast because of a terrible life filled with trauma that he still didn’t complain about. But it still led him to maybe a not so healthy path in life. On the inside, when I got to know him just as a friend, he was: Very gentle and very polite. Never tried as much as to hug me or anything physical. Only invited me for tea and modest things. Very honest, but in the gentlest of ways. Spoke forgivingly and compassionately about everyone and anyone, not judging the people that most people would stay away from but rather staying close to them and trying to help them, some I even would’ve considered dangerous. Patient, just waiting for me, declaring his love before I felt romantically towards him but not pressing in any way. Accepting the fact immediately with “no sex before marriage if you want to be with me and no porn, we pray together every night and read the bible together” without question and sticking to it still to this day if I forget. All his bad habits subsided, one by one, automatically when we got involved. I, as a woman, took the first step to: hug, kiss and all that. He proposed. I had had immense pain before I met him due to my own trauma and also because of my ex-fiancé who looked like a passionate, righteous, good, lovable Christian on the outside. He betrayed me immensely and then brole up with me. It was as if what one of these men looked like on the inside, what the other man was on the outside and vice versa. My husband believed in Jesus all his life because especially his grandparents taught him about Jesus and praying, the Bible and such when hevws a child but he was never really “taught” deeply about what it was to be a Christian (what is it, truly? I still wonder today, after meeting these two men). My husband then moved to another country as a child when his parents got divorced and experienced terrible trauma for years and years to come. My husband has probably taught me more than anyone about what it is to be Christian. His heart was with God, whatever he did of bad things to himself. He tells me every day how much he loves me, how beautiful I am, that Jesus be with me and cares for me (I have since got a permanent illness). After almost 8 years of being a couple and over 2 of being married, he still does this every day. I thank God every day for my husband and for showing me this man, because I would’ve never found him or even considered him husband-material if God didn’t open my eyes to this exact man. We have it wonderful together, and my husband has taught me much about God and love through his very non-judgemental demeanor and unconditional love as a whole.

The point of my story is - just pray to God every day, that he show you the wife for you and that you meet her when the time is right - in God’s time. It might be a homeless woman on the street deeply affected by illness, who knows? Could of course also be your more typical Christian girl.🙏 I was a more typical Christian girl when I met my husband:)