…. at least this woman. I know that statement is rarely if ever viewed positively but that is who I want my future husband to be. God given. I do have a slight romantic streak but I do not think of myself as overly romantic or unrealistic so I know he is out there and even though I do not as yet know who he is. I do know a few things about him.
He reads like 1 Cor 13:4-7, he is patients and kind. He is not jealous or boastful, arrogant or rude. He does not insist on his own way, he is neither irritable nor resentful. He does not rejoice in he wrong but rejoices in the right. He bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things. I don’t think that he is perfect nor do I expect him to be. He is a sinner, just like me and just like the rest of mankind because we have ALL fallen short. However he rests in the Lord, he takes comfort from his Heavenly Father’s love and mercy.
My future husband is also my knight in shining armor. He doesn’t come to me riding a white horse, wearing a metal suit and brandishing a sword. He finds me where I have laid my heart, in the Lord and he surely knows that a horse can’t get him there. He wears the beautiful armor of God’s love and forgiveness that he polishes regularly with prayer, reception of the Eucharist, confession and doing his best to live according to God’s will.
He protects me not just from physical danger (and I pray those are few) but also especially from spiritual and emotional harms inflicted by others, himself and even me. He guards my heart by not making promises and proclamations that he doesn’t mean or has no intention of keeping just to get his own way. He is careful with his speech and conversation topics. He is respectful of my modesty and personal boundaries. He doesn’t tear me down but instead seeks to build me up. He encourages me in prayer and spiritual growth as he seeks for us to grow and build together. He cherishes my femininity and all that it means and represents, not seeking to diminish or destroy it in anyway. He is a leader that even as he wields authority submits himself to God and the good of his family.
He knows that a real man says both “I’m sorry” and “I love you” though not necessarily at the same time. He knows that although time with the guys is sometimes needed it cannot compare to seeing his son’s first steps or his daughter’s smile.
I do not yet know his name or even what he looks like but what I do know about him assures me that when I meet him he will be God’s gift to me and I in turn will be God’s gift to him.