I told Ryan the other day that his presence in my life has
drastically increased my popularity! I’ve had more friend requests on Facebook
in the last three weeks than the last three months COMBINED. J And it seems a few more
of you hang out here at Bekah’s Bits to read our love story – and of course, I
love THAT!
But the truth is…I don’t know who you all are. Some of you
leave comments, a bunch of you send emails to me, which I love, but I know
there’s a host of you out there who read that I don’t even know by name. And
even more, I don’t know you by story. I don’t know what you’re walking through
right now and I want to pause for one second to talk to you before I rush on
with all my gooey gushiness.
I read a lot of blogs, and I read about people in all
stations of life. Single, married, married with kids, you name it. And
sometimes (depending on the day) they can be hard to read. You know what I mean.
When you ache for something and you read that someone else has what you long
for – and then they’re longing for something else – and you just want to leave a perhaps-hastily-written comment
to let them know they should sit down for 30 seconds and be grateful for what
they do have because some people would be happy just for that much.
Know what I mean?
Loving Ryan has been such a fast and surprising thing in my
life. Never, and I mean never did I
imagine that we would be a couple. But once he came to me and shared his
feelings and we began to pray for God’s leading, God opened floodgates of love
like I have never known in my heart,
and after whirling through such a brief amount of time, I find myself about to
marry him and I ask myself How did this
blessing happen so quickly? Wasn’t I just hurting just a few months ago? Wasn’t
I just sure there would never be anyone for me? Wasn't I smiling on the outside but not always on the inside?
I remember one night, catching up on some blogs (because
dating had me REALLY behind) and I discovered one AmyBeth had written several
weeks before. You can read it here. She was one of the few “single girl” blogs
I read and both she and the other
single girl I read about regularly were planning weddings. I read this post
about “waiting for one day” when she wouldn’t have to eat dinner alone anymore
and how “one day” had finally arrived.
I had tears in my eyes as I read, and I remember Ryan
sitting across the living room, asking if I was okay. I said, “Yeah. Just makes
me sad to read this post. Her dreams are coming true.” He looked at me with
much confusion and said, “But yours are too. You don’t have to eat dinner alone
either.”
I just stared at him. Oh yeah! I was so used to being the
one left out in love that I forgot this time – I wasn’t. This time my “one day”
had arrived too!
This past Sunday, in both Sunday School AND church, we read
from Deuteronomy, where God urged the Israelites to NOT forget the pain of
their past as they entered the blessing of the future. And I prayed (again)
that God would keep that at the front of my mind. That though I am wildly
excited for my “one day” to have arrived, elated to be planning my wedding,
overjoyed in knowing that Ryan and I will be sharing a home together and making
beautiful memories to last a lifetime, there are those of you who visit this
blog every day and you do still hurt.
You are still waiting for your “one day” – in whatever area of life you long to
see an answer. You might even have to close some of these posts some days
because it’s too hard to read so much happiness when you hurt so much. I get
that. I have had those days too.
But can I just say this to you? It’s the same message I whispered to myself over
and over and over on the lonely-dinner, cuddleless evenings: He hasn’t forgotten me. He hasn’t. God
hasn’t forgotten you. He’s working, even now, to bring answers to you. How long
before you see them, I do not know. But He has not forgotten you.
And if it’s love you’re waiting on, please know that while I
cannot contain my joy at being in love with Ryan, I also have not forgotten the
painful past that I endured for so many years. It drives me to tell Ryan
multiple times a day how thankful I am for him, how proud I am of the man he
is, how much I eagerly look forward to our life together, and how blessed I am
that he chose me. And it causes me to thank God that much more for this
Promised Land after such a deep, dark, lonely wilderness.
I’ve started reading through Psalms for this season of my
life – these remaining days before my wedding, and I found this verse in Psalm
1:
He is like a tree
planted by flowing streams; it yields its fruit at the proper time… (v.3)
Stay firmly planted, my sweet, hurting friends. Let God’s
love and life flow into you and when the time is right – which means when GOD’S
time is right – you’ll see the answers. You will. He promised.






























