I knew Chris was the one I would marry pretty early on in our relationship. But I guess if one were to get engaged within three months of meeting, and married within nine, that would all be considered pretty early on in the relationship.
When I met Chris and I shared about this boy on my blog, my readers wanted to know all about him. The how, the when, the what. Soon after realizing he was it, I started writing our story.
I was in a tangled-up situation the year leading up to meeting my now-husband. I didn't know how to untangle it, and when I tried, it only created more knots. So I stopped trying and let it be. I let it be tangled.
When Chris came into the picture, the knots fell apart. Everything made sense. The entire time leading up to him made sense. The trials, the anxiety, the really bad date - it just all made sense.
When I decided to write our story, I didn't feel like it would do it justice if I started telling it as of the day we met: June 20, 2009. I decided to start it beginning in April 2008, the year before. That year was telling, and when I look back and read all of the months, weeks, and days leading up to meeting him, it is all so perfectly weaved together. I never would have been able to see him or Him in the messiness. Can we ever?
These days when I read our story, the story I wrote in the moments as it was happening, it is so reassuring. I am continuously reaffirmed that He had His hand on my life and on my future spouse's life, placing us carefully in every situation so that one night we would end up at a dusty wooden table in a crowded bar across from one another and He would whisper to me, "This is it," and then turn to Chris and say, "She's the one," and Chris would ask for my number, take me to dinner, pursue me, love me, ask me to be his for the long haul, and then marry me on a sunny day in March.
Our every days don't always make sense until we stand back years later and look at the web of tales. Sometimes it takes more than just a few years, and sometimes we may never really see it at all, but it is purposeful. Each and every moment and trial has a reason. Each tangle and knot are part of a bigger story.
If you haven't taken the time to write your story - whether it's your personal story or your love story - I encourage you to do so. It doesn't have to be made public like mine. It can stay in a love-worn journal for only you to see. But when you write it and read it again one day, it will have grown purpose and reason and the questions you have now will be answered.
So, what's your story?
(And if you do write your story and need a place to share, I would love to use this space to share it for you. Just let me know.)