Passage: Psalm 25: 1-10
By Suzanne Harmon
As a single girl in Southern California, I applied my Type-A personality and project management skills to finding my future mate. I was an online dating warrior. I was willing to be set up with anyone. I tried speed dating ... three times. I gave every date a nickname. A coworker started a chart on my cubicle whiteboard to keep track of how things were going with "Mohawk Man," "The Woolly Mammoth" and "Old Man Sweatpants." Surely, anyone walking by that list of potential suitors would be wondering, "how does she keep the faith?" -- or more likely, what does "The Woolly Mammoth" look like exactly? And I would tell them this: that in all my past experiences, God has heard and answered my prayers.
Psalm 25 echoes this same sentiment of hope, and eventually, God led me to realize that I needed to approach my prayer as the psalmist did. Instead of praying for God to drop a man on my front doorstep, I asked Him to show me the right path and the road He pointed to, had a giant, neon sign that read "Charlotte, N.C."
As a single girl in Southern California, I applied my Type-A personality and project management skills to finding my future mate. I was an online dating warrior. I was willing to be set up with anyone. I tried speed dating ... three times. I gave every date a nickname. A coworker started a chart on my cubicle whiteboard to keep track of how things were going with "Mohawk Man," "The Woolly Mammoth" and "Old Man Sweatpants." Surely, anyone walking by that list of potential suitors would be wondering, "how does she keep the faith?" -- or more likely, what does "The Woolly Mammoth" look like exactly? And I would tell them this: that in all my past experiences, God has heard and answered my prayers.
Psalm 25 echoes this same sentiment of hope, and eventually, God led me to realize that I needed to approach my prayer as the psalmist did. Instead of praying for God to drop a man on my front doorstep, I asked Him to show me the right path and the road He pointed to, had a giant, neon sign that read "Charlotte, N.C."
Within three weeks of relocating, I met my husband, Craig. Delightfully, God also answered a prayer I had yet to ask. He led me to my Covenant church family, where I have made connections with people who pray for me, who feel like old friends, and who certainly would have never let me go out with a guy who wore sweatpants on a first date.
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