For the Single Woman Longing for Marriage - The Story of How I Met My Husband

“You have to kiss a lot of frogs in order to find your prince!” my teacher stated to the class.

“Ugh, not this again!” I thought, “Why can’t he just teach English like other teachers, instead of making me feel insecure about my dating life? I can’t even land one frog, let alone a lot of them!"

Being a teenager, I was often forced to deal with people who wanted to counsel me in dating. But for some reason, the dating advice my English teacher regularly preached to the class always hit me hard. Though he was supposed to teach college-level writing composition, I barely remember anything he taught – other than his “love lectures.” He often pointed out that boys preferred sporty girls who didn’t wear makeup. As an avid makeup lover who was not athletic in the least, this advice shot down my confidence on more than one occasion.

Soon, I began dreading high school. Between my teacher’s dating advice, all the cute, sporty girls in the class, and basically everyone in my high school going out with someone, I began to think that no one would ever want to date, let alone marry, an awkward girl like me. I became extremely insecure. I wasn’t athletic, I wasn’t super smart, and I wasn’t flirty or cute. I was just kind of…well… boring.

My high school years went by, and I watched my peers move in and out of relationships. They seemed so happy! I longed to date also, to find the man I would marry, to go to the prom with him, to share experiences with him. As my high school days came to a close, it never happened.

I remember crying to a friend several months after graduation.

“When will God send me my husband?” I sobbed. “I am ready for a relationship! I want to be married more than anything!” I wiped at the tears rolling down my cheeks.

My friend calmly responded, “Jen, maybe you are ready, but maybe your future spouse isn’t ready to meet you yet.” She patted me on my shoulder. I stopped crying. This was one of the most helpful things my dear friend had ever told me.

That night, I remembered that mom had suggested years before that I should start praying for my future spouse. I laid in bed and prayed my heart out to God for my future husband. I prayed that God would get my husband ready for me and help him with whatever circumstances he might be going through.

As the months turned into years, I continued to pray for my future husband. It often felt like it was taking forever. I often felt insecure in my singleness. Rumors of why I wasn’t dating anyone regularly circulated about me. But