The Ghost Of Teenage Me.
Honestly, If anyone had asked teenage honey to pick her own Husband, I would have blurted out that He’d be a hot young white man from one of the southern states in America (preferably Texas) with that oil money and 10 generations of righteousness running through his veins, I’m not even kidding, I almost migrated to America to get a PhD for this one but didn’t only because i suddenly KNEW it just wasn’t the right path for me to take. Anyway, my second option would have been a ‘black’ African righteous man with at least a 20year age gap (widowers may apply) OR a middle aged European man with a ranch sized estate in a remote part of a country.
But since my parents died I all be it subconsciously at first concluded that the best marriage choices are made by GOD Himself. Trusting God as your Father, Jesus as Oppa and The Holy Spirit as Helper to make this very important decision right from inception to every day of said union cannot be overemphasized. It’s the freakn cheat code in my opinion.
Surprisingly not even the Church recommends this option to young people. Seems foolish to gamble when you can trust God for this huge step of what is essentially choosing a life path to take. Besides, the ones that last and remain fun are all God ordained, not just God approved.
I am aware and truly grateful that all my life when I have almost made a wrong decision, something in me always knew and turned back at the right time. America was wrong for me, so was trying to move to Canada. Depending on the size of the matter, The Holy Spirit always stopped me from taking the wrong paths. At the end of the day, the best life to live is the one God has purposed for you. I’m very secure to know that God saves me from myself and always will.
All that to say GOD Will Pick My Husband.
Honey
Younger Honey’s Two Favorite Couples.
Unofficial Soundtrack For This Lost Love.
Just think Eric Decker meets Tim McGraw for option A and use your imagination for the other two.
