It was when I was in my early twenties that I started praying into my marriage. I prayed for a good marriage. I also prayed to be a good wife to the man I would marry.
Most importantly, I asked God to give me a man after his own heart. These were my prayer topics day in and day out. Not even once did I relent on these prayers. The kind of relationship I have with God gave me the assurance that he would give me my heart’s desire.
At twenty-four, I met Jeffery. He felt like my answered prayer. The guy was everything I asked God for in a husband. I couldn’t stop singing praises to God for giving me a prayerful, caring, and loving man. Indeed, a man after God’s own heart. That’s what I believed, at least. I was in my second year at the university by then. While he was in his final year.
We agreed that we wouldn’t have shuperu before marriage. This encouraged us to hurry up with our marriage plans. We weren’t ready at the time but that didn’t stop us from making plans. We planned the kind of ceremony we would have for our marriage rites.
We also planned the kind of future we would like to have. As we planned, we prayed. That was the foundation of our relationship. Love was not….Read Full Story Here……
