Another Celebration In The Bank (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 12 2023	Views/Reads: 598/361	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This verse has guided me throughout my entire life, especially in the area of marriage. Either I can lean on my own understanding, or, I can trust in the Lord with all my heart. If I’m going to go down the right path only God can lead me.

This month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I celebrate the
52nd anniversary of our engagement. In August, it'll be the 52nd 
anniversary of our wedding. 

I can't believe we have been together for 52 years. But, alas, here it
is. 

I first met her in September of 1970 when I went to Bible college.
Knowing that God was calling me to be a pastor, I understood that I 
would need a wife to help me in this ministry. 

Not being woman-wise, and no dating experience: I thought a date was
simply a dried-up prune. 

Not knowing what to do, I simply put it in God's hands. Before I went to
this Bible college, my prayer was, “Heavenly Father, make the first 
young lady I meet when I go to school be the wife you have chosen for 
me.” 

It sounds ridiculous, but not being woman-wise, it was my best choice. 

My parents took me up to New York, where the college was, as we drove
into the men's dorm driveway a young lady was coming out. This young 
lady had her hair rolled up in tomato cans which was rather usual at 
that time. 

When I saw her walk out, I quickly prayed, “Not yet, Father. My feet
have not touched the ground.” 

I think God was chuckling. For some reason, I was never able to get away
from her because it was a very small college, and everybody knew 
everybody. 

Not being woman-wise, I did not know how to conduct myself in such a
situation. 

In December, we were on some date, and she happened to say, or so I
thought she happened to say it, “Wouldn't it be nice to get married?” 

Again, my not being woman-wise did not allow me to understand what was
going on. I simply replied to her, “I think it would be great to get 
married.” 

Foolish me, I thought that was the end of the conversation. 

The next day in school, as I walked down the hallway, everybody looked
at me, smiled, and said, “Congratulations.” So I smiled back and 
thanked them. 

I had no idea what I was being congratulated on, I thought perhaps I
finally passed a test in school. 

After a while, I stopped somebody congratulating me and asked what he
was congratulating me for. 

Laughing, he said, “Oh, you silly boy. I'm congratulating you on your
upcoming wedding.” Then he walked away. 

I stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to process what he had just
told me. What wedding was he talking about? Who did they think I was 
marrying? 

Later that afternoon, I met her in the cafeteria, she looked at me,
smiled, and said, “I've told everybody, and everybody is happy for us. 
Isn't it wonderful?” 

I then realized I was the last one in the college that knew I was
getting married. 

God was the first one to know whom I was going to marry, and I was the
last one to know. That is chapter 1 in woman-wise psychology. 

Although it's been 52 years, I still have not progressed to chapter 2. 

Perhaps chapter 2 would begin with, “Do you want to be right or happy?” 


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