His Name

The past three weeks, Gregg Matte, from HFBC has been doing a series on "The Birds and the Bees." For the past two weeks my schedule has not allowed me to go. However, whenever I miss a Sunday night there, I try and listen to it online. Well, I did just that with the past two sermons, and then was able to go tonight. And y'all, it was so good. I mean, so good. And I am so glad I actually got to be there! As much as I love listening online, being there is all the better. However, even if you don't go to HFBC or live in Houston, seriously check this series out online. I pray if you do, that you will be equally encouraged and challenged.

Tonight he actually wrapped up the series and talked to each individual "group" that was represented. The parents, the marrieds, and the singles/students. I am all ears anyway, but when the "singles" time came, my ears perked up a bit more. Don't get me wrong, he had some awesome points for us that I will carry with me and challenge myself with, however, my favorite part was the story he told at the end.

He had this box with him that looked like a present. Immediately, I guessed what it was. And I was right. Sure enough, it was a box of letters he had written to his wife before he even met her.

He shared with us his story that when he was single, it seemed like all his friends were getting married and moving on, but he wasn't. The Lord wasn't blessing him in that way at that time, but he had the desire. {Insert my life story here. Not bitter. Or mad. Or angry. Or sad. Just my story that I am extremely thankful for.}

Of course, this resonated with my heart, because, see {insert} above, I have felt this way at times. At "at times" probably isn't the correct term, I still struggle with this.

Anyway, he then shared with us this box. Basically, whenever he would desire his wife, he would write her a letter telling her how much he loved her already, even though he didn't know her. He pulled out the first letter he ever wrote to his wife before they even met, and he shared part of it with us. He even put a question mark after the "Dear..." in the letter and on the outside of the envelope. First of all, I think this is by far the sweetest thing ever. Truly.

Secondly, my heart dropped to my toes. Because y'all, I have been doing the same thing. And for me, it really is a way to not only remember to pray for my future husband, but a way to let him know, once we're finally married, that I have waited for him. And prayed for him. And cared for him. And thought about him. And honestly, it's a good for me to re-focus my thoughts when I am caught up in my "single" status. Instead of the pity party, the tears, the lonely thoughts, this really is a "therapy" sort of thing.

Needless to say, after Gregg met Kelly, his wife, he started writing her name on the letters and then gave her all of them on their honeymoon.

This story alone was so encouraging to me in many ways. Sometimes, I've felt weird doing this. I know I'm not the only girl who does it, but still, you just never know what someone will think about it if they are on the receiving end.

Gregg said Kelly wept as she read them. I'm pretty confident I would do the same thing.

And then again, I'm reminded that my journey, my life, is for His Glory. As another Greg, at my church preached this morning. His Glory alone should be my passion whether or not my life turns out the way I want it to. Oh Lord, please!

I can't wait to write his name in the letters and on the envelopes. Can't wait.

But until then, I'll keep Mr. Question Mark in my prayers and of course, my letters. And I can't wait till the day I get to share his name with you. What a fun day that will be.