When I was in high school, I had my next 10 years of life all planned out. Then I started dating this guy. I was not planning on falling in love. And I remember where I was when I first time I realized that this might be a forever thing.
I had left the house he was renting and started driving away. I remember when it hit me that I loved him. I pulled the car to the side of the road and started crying. I did not want to be in love with him. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I prayed, please don’t let him be the one! But it was too late, I already knew he was the one.
I did not want to get married. That was not my plan. Over twenty years later, I am very happy that God’s plan was way better than my own plan ❤ That guy I was dating turned out to be a pretty good fella. It took awhile to learn to work together and let our differences make us stronger. I was 16 when we started dating, so it’s not surprising we had some growing pains together!
The funny thing is that the spot where I pulled my car to the side of the road to cry that day, is less than a mile from the house I live in now. The irony of the locations is not lost on me. I thought about that day when I was driving home today.
Tonight I am thankful that God’s plans are always better than our plans. That guy I was dating was not who I had pictured at all. I am thankful God’s plan was so much better than what I had pictured!
