This guest post was a blessing to me from the moment I received it. Jennifer Roos, the author of this article, shares about how she met her husband as she was passionately pursing God as a missionary. Her story resonates with me because my husband and I both served in a few African countries and Central American countries when we served together as missionaries. She explains how God brought them together and how Christ is the foundation for their marriage! Enjoy!
He stood in the doorway with one hand in his pocket. He brushed his blonde hair away from his face and peered directly at me. His reassuring confidence grasped my attention. I wanted to fall into it and experience security. I knew nothing about this stranger and yet his eyes sunk into my soul and beckoned my deepest secrets to come forth. His young, handsome face displayed a manner of perception that I had not seen before. Who was he and why was I so drawn to him?
Growing up, I lived a cushioned life. I had everything I needed. A native of New York, raised by a police officer and taught to hold fast to the securities this world has to offer; become educated, secure a career, plan for a financially comfortable future, marry, buy a home, have children and, somewhere in this rigid structure, plan for a little fun.