I'm in an arranged marriage both with God and in my real marriage.
I had no plans to get married. Matter of fact, I was very much against getting tied into marriage, because of what I saw marriage was. In my mind, marriage meant two people living together to have kids. The man got to go to work everyday and do something he wanted to do. Then he came home and took a nap until the kids kissed him before going to bed themselves.
Meanwhile, the woman was stuck at home with three or more kids under feet at all time, spending hours a day ironing everything from school uniform shirts, to work shirts, and sheets, then keeping the massive house forever clean, always picking up after husband and kids, and the only way to spend time doing something for herself was to call friends after dinner while the kids did their homework and the husband took his nap. She wanted to be a teacher or to start a business, but she's stuck making sure the kids are taken care of, helping with homework, leading girl scouts or boy scouts for her kids, and trying to keep two younger kids out of trouble while cheering on the other one at Little League or football games.
Why would anyone ever want that?
And then along came the guy who changed my mind, because he loved me enough to want to give me what I wanted too. And to stick by me as I stick by him. So, God arranged the one who could change my mind on marriage.
As for God? I would much rather do what I want than to even bother figuring out if God exists, except then he arranged that marriage, and I found the same thing. The one who loves me for who I am and wants to make me a better person, so I want to be that better person because I love him for loving me that much.
He arranged that too, much to my surprise.
Yes, arranged marriages, but twice I got the absolute best guy for me, so I want to give them both my very best. They love me. I love them. It happens that way. I'm not being forced to stay. I want to stay.
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