Is He the One?

Imagine meeting your prayer face-to-face, everything you’ve prayed for! Tall, fair skin, a voice that could out sing heaven’s angels, loves God, not the finest but the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. Imagine being introduced to family and friends, going to locations where you two would be “seen” together, or random phone calls stating, “I’m having a rough day and need someone to talk to”. Yeah, he’s got to be the ONE!!!
A few years back, I met and dated an amazing young man. Not only did he meet EVERY criteria on my list, but my mentor prophesied he would be the man to walk me down the aisle. I knew he was MY ONE AND ONLY.
Lets back track a bit. I met this guy and we had an amazing time for about a mouth or so, then he disappeared. Being raised around men, I knew not to reach out too much because I’d appear desperate. A few months later he resurfaced and was just as sweet as before; however, it wasn’t long before the cycle repeated itself. After three “cycles”, I was finally ready to let this “thing” go, BUT that’s when the “word of the lord” came forth. Now I’m confused, if he was meant to be my husband I should probably wait for him to come around.
So, I played the “waiting” game, after all I was really intrigued by this gentleman. I didn’t want to let him go, but I didn’t want to waste any more time with out a “sign”. He represented everything I had ever hoped for: financial stability, career driven, and at times thoughtful. Months would past and I’d send a sporadic text messages “Hey, thinking just about you (smiley face)”. The text would generate minimal conversation, but nothing that screamed “I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU MY WIFE”.
With no recent dates, no phone calls, no clue as to if we were even an item, I began to hurt. While it was nothing like past heartaches, I hurt from the mere fact that I had grown attached to the possibility of being his wife. He was the first Christian guy I ever dated, and I expected him to be my knight in shining amour. Desperate for answers, I asked God if he was my husband. NO ANSWER. I sought the wise counsel of my mentors. Finally one said to me “Whenever I find myself liking a guy, I worship! I make sure my heart is turned towards God”. And those were the words that freed me from my infamous question “Is he the one?”
Instead of going to God asking him if “he” was my husband, I sought his face, I worshiped, I prayed, I studied, I journaled, I cried, I did whatever it took to make sure my focus was back where it belonged.
After a year of back and forth, I mustered up the courage to call him and express my feelings. “Look, I like you. I’m not sure where you stand and I’m not even saying we need a title RIGHT now, but I need to know where this is going.” In the most politically correct tone possible, he stated, “When life moves me, I move with it”.
It was right then and there that I knew HE WAS NOT THE ONE!
As I looked back on the year we spent doing whatever it was we were doing, I’m reminded that the answer to my question, “Is he the one”, was there all along. It was in his actions, it was in his lack of consistency, most of all it was in the presence of God. I encourage any young lady searching for answers regarding “the one” to seek the face of Jesus and watch him make things crystal clear for you. As Christians one may say that’s a given, but it’s the simple things that gets over looked when the heart becomes overjoyed by possibility!