I want someone whose
heart has been broken so he knows how important it is to take precious care of
love. I want someone who is nerdy about something, such that when he talks
about it passion flushes his face. I want someone who has sinned, really
screwed something up, so he lavishly gives and appreciates grace and mercy. I
want someone imperfect but honest. I want someone who will happily live a
lilting, peculiarly harmonious life with me, ready to heed God’s direction for
us at any moment. Preferably, he’s not rich, powerful, or disarmingly
handsome—I don’t trust those types. My Prince Charming may in fact not be
charming at all, just someone who has experienced enough life to know that all
we really have on this planet is God and the people who love us.
If God grants me the desires of my heart, which the Bible promises to
those who seek him, then I have to believe that somewhere out there is a man
who will be my friend and will profoundly love me, too. He will hold my
hand when I’m scared and offer his coat when I’m cold. He’ll even overlook my
tendency to overcook the eggs. I will look at him with awe and respect and tell
everyone how blessed I am that he chose me. We’ll laugh at ourselves, we’ll eat
chicken for dinner, we’ll take the dog to the park. We’ll make each other mad,
and we’ll get over it. We’ll wonder how we’re going to make it, and we’ll get
over it. We’ll stress over things that God will work out, and then we’ll marvel at His grace and provision. We’ll enjoy thousands of nothing-special days together. We will not be
perfect. But we will do something extraordinary together: life.
