Do you know those moments you look back on years later and you wonder: ‘Was this the most clever thing to do?’ For me, one of those moments I look back like that is my wedding day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy with my marriage. Ramon and I are a great team and I enjoy having him as my husband (almost :)) every day. And we’ve been blessed with three beautiful kids. There’s Jeremiah, a curious and social boy of 3 years old and Ziva, a spicier little one with a very clear opinion, even though she’s only turning 2 in a couple of weeks. And then there’s Eden, our family’s newest addition of which we can’t really tell her characteristics since she’s only 1 month old. A pretty good result from our marriage so far I’d say. So no, getting married wasn’t the thing I regretted.
Maybe the way our wedding day went? Did we organize things in the wrong way or did I say yes to a purple, in hindsight not so flattering dress? Nope, I had a great day, lovely weather and I am still in love with my dress and the pictures of that day. But still, there’s this one aspect for which I have scolded myself multiple times in the past couple of years: a song. Because it was this song that made me realize that God is actually listening to what we say and pray.
You do need to know that on my wedding day I wasn’t a new believer that had never heard of the concept of God hearing us. I’ve been raised in a Christian home and I started asking the deeper questions of life at the age of 3. This to the great despair of my mom and the greater joy of my dad. I knew all the Bible stories about God hearing and answering prayers. I had heard about all kinds of testimonies of people that heard God speak or had their prayers answered. Even in my own life, I had similar experiences. In the summer of 2011, I told God that I really wanted to meat ‘THE’ man because I got tired of making the wrong choices in that area. Two months later, in September I met Ramon.
