My eldest son has a job, but not a driver’s license yet. That means that I get to drive him. It’s become one of my favorite parts of the week. Our 8 minute car rides to and from his job are often quick bursts of deep conversation.
Like last week when he asked me “How will I know when I’ve found the right girl?” He’s fresh off a heartbreak, and we’ve spent a lot of time lately talking about girls.
“It’s not in how you feel -butterflies in the stomach,” I told him. “Or that you can’t stop thinking about her, or that you’re all goobery and tongue-tied in front of her – those things are just signs that you’re attracted to someone….but when you find a girl who makes you want to be a better person, that’s the one you want to marry.”
He sat through a red light just thinking, then he said, “I pray for her already, Mom. I pray for the girl who will someday be my wife. I ask God to keep her safe and protect her, and that He keeps her close to Him.”
“What made you do that?” I asked him.
With a twinkle in his eye, he said “She’s already making me a better man and she doesn’t even know it.” He laughed and then said, “It just seemed right. Plus how cool will it be when I finally meet her to be able to tell her ‘I’ve prayed for you every day since I was seventeen.'”
Be still my heart.
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