Young people of both sexes have been sold a bill of goods by our sick culture.
When I was a boy my wise and godly mother used to tell me she was praying for my future wife. Part of her prayer was that I would find a godly woman and I would find her while I was still young.
Mom had no way to know that the gangly twelve-year-old strawberry blond, who had just been baptized in our church, would grow into a stunningly beautiful young-Marilyn lookalike and high school homecoming queen. By the time I was 17, I knew exactly who I wanted to marry, but so did half of our high school. When that gorgeous girl followed me to college, I knew I was the winner!
I was 23 and she was 22 when we finally married. The best thing about my wife is that her Christian heart and character exceed her still stunning outside wrapper. She has a master’s degree and enjoyed success in a professional career but walked away from it when God blessed us with our first child. What she really wanted was to be a wife and mother. By the time we were thirty we were parents, owned our third home (a nice step up each time) and owned a business. We’ve been together 29 years now and I am so thankful for her. Had it not been for her I might have remained an adolescent myself, but we weathered youthful storms and matured together. I am so thankful God gave me that godly woman Mother prayed for. Now she’s the wise and godly woman praying for our daughters’ future husbands.
What a lovely story. It sounds like both of you were greatly blessed.