Once upon a time there was a 18 year old girl. She was your average 18 year old. She had her first public job, working at Cato. She liked hanging out with her friends, attending youth activities, and eating.
This girl was average in looks. She was of short stature, brown hair and green eyes. She had a slim figure she currently misses very much.
She enjoyed her friends, for the most part. You see, the majority of her friends were in serious relationships, one of them even planning a wedding. This sort of brought our girl down in the proverbial dumps.
Instead of turning to God, our story's girl allowed herself to get sadder and sadder, eventually starting to back away from her friends and youth activities.
The girl's wise mother noticed her daughter's pain and decided to intervene. She pulled her aside and said one thing: "I'm going to pray for you."
That's right. That's all she said. "I'm going to pray for you." No "Buck up! You're too young! Get happy! Get over yourself!" Just a simple "I'm going to pray for you."
The mother did just as she said she would. A few weeks later she pulled her daughter aside and told of a dream she'd had. In the dream, a family with several boys came to their church. The boys were all very handsome, and all the girls flocked around them. The oldest one, however, noticed the mother's daughter above all the other girls and pursued her. The dream ended with a wedding.
The girl listened excitedly. For the next couple of months, the girl scanned each service for a new family. There were a few, but none with several boys. Eventually, the girl gave up on her mother's dream, forgetting all about it with time.
Fast forward about 6 months. A family with 4 handsome boys moves to our girl's church. At first, all the girls surround them every service (much like animals surround their prey). The girl's sister and cousin make friends with the boys. The girl herself simply smiles and waves.
The cousin is very excited to learn the oldest boy and the girl are close in age. "Talk to him!" The cousin urges. "No!" the girl says. "If he's interested in me, he'll talk to me!"
Another couple of months pass. The youth group goes on a trip to Myrtle Beach. The girl keeps herself very close to the oldest boy of the family. He smiles, but never says a word. The girl finally gives up and joins her friends.
The youth group gets back to the church. The girl walks to her car when she hears her name. She turns around and it's the oldest boy. He asks her name and if she enjoyed the trip. They engage in small talk, ending with him asking her number.
The girl gives it to him, then walks to her friends car and squeals!
They end up dating for a year, then become engaged for six months. Right before the girl walks down the aisle, the mother reminds the daughter of her dream. The girl realizes that God had a plan all along. The mother feels honored that she was used in God's plan. Tears come to both their eyes. The girl walks down the aisle to start a new life as Mrs. Jerald Hann Jr.
If you ever hear me call my hubby's miracle, know this story is why.
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