“God, let my husband be the icing on the cake,” I wrote in my journal, circa 2005. It was an honest prayer of a single girl.
Admittedly, it was also a superbly odd prayer. One doesn’t regularly incorporate baking metaphors in prayer and one definitely doesn’t equate a potential spouse to frosting. Yet, those were my words. I wanted God to be my everything (i.e. my “cake”) and my to-be husband to just be the buttercream.
Thirteen years of marriage later, I’m blown away by God’s faithfulness. He gave me the frosting I wanted – and then some. The thing is, I probably wouldn’t have remembered that peculiar prayer had it not been for my journal from 2005.
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