Love Story

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Today’s post is extremely special because November 20th is the day I married the love of my life!

Discalimer: If you are in an abusive situation please get help. This post does not support domestic abuse or violence. Please get counseling and if it’s a physically violent situation please seek protection from qualified emergency shelters. Love does not equate to abuse. Hugs and prayers for you.  

So I wanted to  take you guys on through The love journey of Joshua and I. If you are still interested please keep reading. 

In Aug of 2014 I was in a dead end relationship. I had a 1 year old and had been seeing a young man that I knew I  didn’t want to spend my life with. I had tried to shape myself around who I thought he wanted to be with. But I didn’t like who I was becoming.

So, I took time for myself and started to become who I wanted to be. I got into prayer, scripture, and even went back to church. 

One day I was sitting in church when unexplainably I heard in my spirit (if you don’t believe in these things that’s fine but I do) to have Joshua pray for me. It was a strong urge. I didn’t know who Joshua was, and I attended a huge mega church so he could have been anyone. I tried shaking it off but it came to me again. This time Josh had walked down the aisle (I still didn’t know who he was). I leaned over and asked my mom if that man‘s name was Joshua pointing him out. She said it was, I told her I think I am supposed to have him pray for me. 

I debated asking him to pray for me believing he would think that I was crazy. Church ended and I kept trying to say ok God if this is supposed to happen let a series of things happen. The series of things happened and I wasn’t going to follow through with it. In fact, it was going to be my last Sunday at that church. So, if it didn’t happen then it wasn’t going to happen. 

My mom forced me to speak to him. I told him I had heard God in my spirit to have him pray for me. I didn’t know what for and I know it sounded crazy. 

He indeed prayed for me and invited me to these classes he would be teaching starting the following week. I wasn’t driving so he offered to pick me up to attend the classes with his friends at church. We exchanged information. As I walked up the stairs that same voice told me that Joshua would be my husband. I of course thought I was going crazy. 

The first night of classes started and he picked me up as promised. Literally with in 10 minutes I gave this guy my life story. I’m like surely he wouldn’t want to have anything outside of being a mentor or prayer partner. Because let’s just say it was a STORY! He didn’t say anything to stop me or to condemn me. Picked up his friends and had a great class. 

I  continued to attend his classes and even attended church together a few times. (Always having someone with us.) Specifically as friends. I ended the relationship with the guy. Josh didn’t really say anything or even try to court me for a while. I thought it was because I was an unwed mother (though he knew my daughter was conceived of rape). I was in school online but unemployed and was going through a crazy courtcase with my daughters bio. 

He still remained to be a strong support system and friend. Nothing more and I was ok with that. 

He spent time with my daughter, family, friends,  and I. We talked about Scripure, prayers, things I wanted to know about the Bible. Eventually we got into talking about our personal lives and he was not really showing any interest in me. I thought that it must have been a sign that I was crazy though the more time we spent around each other the more infatuated I became. 

Long story short we took our friendship to a courting relationship (with chaperons with a mutual friend.) My mother tried to tell Josh I wasn’t ready for marriage, I fill guys up with hope, get bored, and then move on. Etc. Joshua decided that if we were going to continue courting that would be OUR decision.

We got engaged in July of 2015. Started planning a wedding and I kept saying I wanted to elope. We went through the process of planning a wedding anyways because he wanted to do it for our families and friends. When we finally came to the conclusion of it would be a ton of money just to please other people we decided that we should get married how we saw fit. 

We talked about it and finally decided that we would get married Nov 20th of 2015. My mom tried to talk me out of it. But I knew that this was the man I wanted to spend my life with. 

We said our I do’s. Me reciting the vows but only putting positives in place of negatives, example through sickness and health became from health and great health, richer and poorer became richer and richer. And that day I became his first and his last. 

Over the past three years we have survived miscarriage, rumors, starting a church that we ended up closing 2 years later (story for another day). We’ve experienced loss and new beginnings. Including the birth of our son and daughter. 

 

 

Though many may see a lot of the things we’ve gone through and see struggle. I’ve seen growth, I’ve received unconditional love and given unconditional love. I can say I’m married to my best friend and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

God has blessed me with 3 years of a beautiful marriage in a time marriage is scoffed at. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for me and my love. 

Hope this post gives some of you readers hope for beautiful unions. Know that nothing worth having comes easy.

If you’re struggling in marriage I pray that you take a step back and start to love your spouse as God loves you. Offer true forgiveness, and prayer for yourself. Know that marriage isn’t easy but it can be beautiful as long as you and your spouse make it intentional. 

If you are looking for love give that desire to God. And allow Him to be the author of your love story. It may sound cliche, but marriage is a testimony of its own. If you marry the wrong person it can mean hell. 

With love, 

 

Ashley 

 

 

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