Monday 24th March 2014:
Two years and one month ago today I flew home from Nepal with a broken clavicle. Trip cut short. All my plans for the next few months were ruined – catapulted over the handlebars of a bike.
Although I was unbelievably disappointed at that time, I wrote in my journal: “What different plans God must have for me instead? I am excited to know what alternative plan he has.”
Indeed he did have a plan.
A man appeared: Appeared into my life. He asked me for a date. I said yes.
Two years ago today we walked side by side along a sandy Wirral beach and sat together eating fish and chips in the Spring time sunshine. He was everything I dreamed of, everything I had hoped for and prayed for in my heart. I said yes to another date, then another… and another. He swept me off my feet and I fell head over heels. I said yes to his proposal of marriage on a January snow covered day and dressed in white said yes to him at an old church altar on a September rainy day.
Today, two years after that first date at the beach, I said yes to spending a blissful day in the countryside with him. He presented me with some flowers to celebrate our journey so far and wrote a note: thanks for saying yes.
He is the most incredible man I have ever met, honourable, steadfast and integral to his core. I am still saying yes to him today and I am going to keep saying yes to him everyday. He has rocked my world and lit the spark in my bonfire heart.
I remember that broken clavicle and I give thanks to God today that has good plans for us: “plans to prosper us and not to harms us, plans to give us hope and a future.” (Jeremiah 29 verse 11) I can bear witness to that. It gives me hope. It encourages me to keep trusting God.