This week is birthday week.

Which is super fun in our house. I do a little something for John every day. Some things he knows about (like we always go somewhere fun for dinner one night) and some things are little surprises. I love doing this for him. Because one day is just not enough time to celebrate him being alive for another year. So we take a week.

Which is not what I want to talk about. Instead, I’d like to tell you a story.

This story started 6 years ago. A young girl got off a plane. Probably sobbing, after saying goodbye to family. It was a tiny little plane. Just big enough to get her from one airport to the next. It had been a grueling trip cross country.

Meanwhile a young man stood at the base of the escalator, talking with his group, waiting for a plane to arrive. It was a pretty sunshiny day outside. Not bad for a plane ride, but would have been better to be outside. Thankfully upstate New York has very few bad days during the summer, and this was just a taste of what was to come.

Plane wheels touch down. Girl exits plane. Rides escalator.

Little did I know, I had just met my husband.

Yep, the girl in the story is me. The man is my husband (I call him my lover on this blog. Just so there’s no confusion. Lover=husband. It’s just one man.)

Let’s back up a little in each of stories. I was just 17 at the time, and just finishing up my first year of college. I was stuck in this weird place between girlhood and womanhood. My mom had suggested that instead of wasting away my summer, I look into some ways to serve on the mission field.

Lover was also looking for ways to serve. He was closer to being finished with college, beginning to think about what the Lord may want for his future, and decided to spend the summer church planing in upstate New York.

Which brings us back to that escalator.

I could tell you so much of our story. What we thought about each other, how we got to know each other. I will tell you that I called my mom and asked her how she knew dad was the one. Because I was pretty sure I’d found him. Ole Johnny boy thought I was a summer fling.

BAHAHAHA! I win. We got married two years later. Now we’re following the Lord through this journey called life together. What a blessing it is.

In Jeremiah the Bible says:

Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying:

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;
Before you were born I sanctified you;
I ordained you a prophet to the nations.”

Then said I:

“Ah, Lord God!
Behold, I cannot speak, for I am a youth.”

But the Lord said to me:

“Do not say, ‘I am a youth,’
For you shall go to all to whom I send you,
And whatever I command you, you shall speak.
Do not be afraid of their faces,
For I am with you to deliver you,” says the Lord. Jeremiah 1:4-8

It encourages me to know that before I was every even a thought the Lord knew me. He had a plan for me. A plan that included the godly man I would marry. It even more encourages me in our situation in life. The Lord has called John to the ministry of the Gospel in a full-time capacity. It will be his “job” to proclaim the Word of the Lord. Now, I believe that God has called every Christian to be light to the world, to be ministers of the gospel in some way, but in our case that will be our “career path.” And here the Lord tells Jeremiah that He has planned for him to be a prophet to the nations. Sounds oddly familiar.

It helps to be reminded that the Lord has ordained my life for a specific purpose. Meeting (and then marrying) John fit into God’s perfect plan. The Lord can work in powerful ways to carry out His will. How else would and AZ girl and a born-and-raised Floridian ever meet in New York and get married? It was all God’s plan, and He made it happen.