The God Who Woos Us

I met my husband when I was 21 years old and he was 25. I had just started attending a new church and one Sunday morning I walked into the young adults’ Sunday School class to find this tall, green-eyed boy at the front of the room, subbing for our regular teacher.

I was smitten.

And so was he.

But he was shy and I was not, so I approached him and introduced myself. We chatted for a few minutes and parted ways. But shortly after that day, something strange began to happen.

He was everywhere!

Why the most direct way isn’t always the best way.

The other morning I gave Noah an assignment in two parts. When I came to check I noticed he had done the second part of the assignment first. It did not affect the end result, but I was curious as to why he started on part two first.

So I asked: “Why did you start on the second section instead of the first one?”

He looked at me with big, wide, scared eyes, took what seemed a long time to answer and then said in a quiet, timid voice:

“I don’t know…”

I was taken aback by his reaction because I was not upset or angry that he had started on part two. It really didn’t matter, and I merely wanted to know why. Maybe it was because to my orderly, type A mind starting on the second part of something seems crazy!

But he responded as if he had been caught doing something wrong and terrible.

And I was puzzled.

So, I mentioned it to Matt that night as we were getting ready for bed.

He nodded in sympathetic understanding.