Wednesday, August 4, 2010
4 months. We were getting married in 4 months. We would be separated for most of it...but being engaged with distance is totally different than dating with distance, right? Ha!
I went back home to Pennsylvania and he went back home to Georgia to both work and prepare. After only a month we couldn't handle the separation, (I was like, in the depths of despair without him) so I made the big move down to Georgia to work until right before the wedding when I would go back home and finish the wedding details. I lived with a family who were long time friends of his for the rest of the summer.
That summer was mostly hard.
We hit some major road bumps.
It was not always blissful.
I didn't understand it. We were engaged. Shouldn't this be the easy road from now on? Sheesh. Wake up call, for sure. I actually wrote in my journal: "Note to self: Tell children to have a long courtship and then elope! Long engagements are bad news." And seriously... 4 months was LONG.
Concerned about the rockiness we were encountering we decided to consult with a family friend (in a high church position) whom Rowdy admired and appreciated advice from. We expected a spiritual conversation, but what we got instead was the complete opposite. I had never met this man before, and suddenly he was telling us that maybe we should wait. Maybe we were not thinking ahead. Maybe it wasn't meant to be.
I was in shock. Rowdy was in shock. We both left in shock.
As he dropped me off that night we both agreed to fast and pray about it again.
I wept and went to my knees in prayer. And what happened next is too sacred for me to share. But suffice it to say I was no longer confused.
Our life together would be beautiful. I knew it. And I would never doubt the answer that I received that night.
I was going to be Mrs. Rowdy Stroud.
I had become a master at baton twirling, afterall.
to be continued...
Posted by Carrie at 3:59 AM