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From Gay N. Lewis
A Whirlwind Relationship
At the age of seventeen, my boyfriend presented me with an engagement ring. I said yes and then wondered what Iād done.
My fiancĆ© was good-looking, charming, and he cared for me, but our goals were different. The man Iād promised to marry planned life as a farmer. Can you imagine me as a farmerās wife? I grew up in the city, had never even planted a pot of ivy, and possessed no idea about country life.
And to top that off, at the age of eight, Iād surrendered for Godās service. I presumed Iād teach children Bible stories in a distant country in South America. After all, I was studying Spanish.
To say I had second thoughts about marriage to this nice guy is an understatement. Our ideas were totally incompatible. I guess when I said yes I didnāt want to hurt his feelings.
I finally decided it would be kinder to undo this tragedy in the early stages rather than continue in a relationship destined for failure. Three months later, on a Saturday night, I gave him the ring back. He reluctantly accepted it and said to me, āYouāre gonna get your feet wet.ā
As I tried to sleep the night of our heartbreaking parting, I thought about his odd remark. Iād never heard the expression before, but I had an idea what he meant. The thought came to me that my feet had been in hot water when Iād accepted his proposal. Iād just dried them off when I returned the ring.
The next morning dawned warm for early March in Texas. After church, I spent the afternoon washing cars for a high school fundraiser. The project kept my mind off the sadness dwelling in my spirit. During a lull between vehicles, I inspected my appearance and gave a rueful smile. My feet were literally wet, and so was the rest of me. I was a dirty mess, but I donāt think that was the kind of prognostication my former fiancĆ© had meant.
As I finished hosing down the last car, a friend and her mom came by. I declined their invitation to attend a new church, but they talked me into it and waited for me to change clothes. The three of us strode late into the service. The small, crowded sanctuary left no room for us to sit together, so we split up.
A handsome young man with black, wavy hair and sparkling brown eyes led the music.
At the end of the service, he slipped out the back door and managed to be the first one to greet me as I left the sanctuary. The guy must have sprintedāhe appeared faster than Texas tornado. We exchanged names and spoke a few minutes, and then I left.
Intuition told me heād call on Wednesday night. And he did. We made a date to go bowling the coming Saturday night. The evening was fun, and in between my falling down once or twice and throwing my ball into the gutter rather than down the alley, I discovered he planned to enter the ministry.
He walked me to the door as our date ended. He kissed me goodnight and then said, āIām in love with you, and Iām going to marry you.ā
Whaaat? Was he kidding? Seriously?
Iād just ended a relationship and had no intention of jumping into another one. This guy didnāt know me, and he loves me? What kind of nut could he be?
Before long, I learned. This man is a fast mover, makes speedy decisions, and is seldom wrong with his discernment.
Our relationship moved along at a rapid pace, and I discovered we shared the same goals.
He was in college, worked full time, gave twenty hours a week to the church, and somehow managed to find time for me.
Before long, a church in Oklahoma invited him to become their pastor. He accepted the invitation, and then drove back to Texas. We met for lunch the day he returned. He proposed marriageāpresented me with a ring. I felt comfortable accepting this one, but I wanted to wait before we said the vows. Iād just graduated high school and wanted to attend college for at least one semester. During those few months, I could plan a wedding.
āOh no, you canāt do thatāno time. I told the church I was bringing a wife in three weeks. We have to marry now.ā
Whaaat? Was he kidding again? Seriously?
After I gulped back my shock, I responded. āI canāt marry you right now. My mom is in the hospital.ā
His reply? āWe can have the ceremony there.ā
My fiancĆ© drove to the hospital to visit with mom. She was extremely ill, and we werenāt supposed to upset her. She surprised me by accepting the news well, but she asked the young preacher how much money he would be making.
āFifteen dollars a week.ā Came the reply.
Mom almost fell from the bed. āFifty dollars a week? You canāt live on that.ā
Uh oh. Sheād misunderstood the amount. My sweetheart merely nodded and said, āThe Lord will provide for us.ā
Six months after we met, we had a small ceremony in the chapel at the Methodist Hospital in Dallas, Texas. We said vows on a Thursday night and packed our few belongings on Friday. We drove to Oklahoma on Saturday, and Paul preached his first sermon on Sunday morning.
Our meeting and wedding sounds fictional, doesnāt it? But it is a true story. I tell it often when I speak to groups. Maybe Iāll include it in a book in the near future.
My sweetheart isnāt the most romantic guy in the world, but he is kind, caring, thoughtful, and funny. The first time I saw the Dallas skyline lighted up against the black sky as we drove in from rural Oklahoma, I cried.
My new husband said, āIf Iād known lights would make you this happy, I would have fastened a string of them in the back yard.ā
Three daughters, and four grandchildren later, we find we think alikeāeven finish each otherās thoughts.
The Lord, Paul Lewis, family and friends are the loves of my life. Iām thankful that God graciously prevented me from making a mistake with a nice guyābut he was the wrong one for me. God was kind to me, and I didnāt get my feet wet. God gave me the husband Heād intended for me all along. I just had no idea a whirlwind came with him.
And hereās the thing, this man of mine still moves faster than I do. Somewhere over the years, Iāve adapted to his swifter pace. On the other hand, heās slowed down a bit so I can keep up.
About Clue into Kindness
Georgia loves her husband, Alan. She shows him kindness with actions and words, but Alan responds in a heartless, selfish way. To receive respect and admiration from people, he believes he must have a perfect wifeāso he criticizes Georgia at every opportunityāeven tells her sheās fat! Alanās best friend Ken and his wife Jana reassure Georgia that she remains the gorgeous beauty queen she was during her college days. Who will Georgia believeāher friends or the mysterious, handsome stranger who comes into her life?
Circumstances bring a change to Alanās attitude. But is it too late to save this marriage?
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