Oh how I wish in my early years as a believer I had read something like this. I will admit, hard as it is, if I could take what I know back 26 years, I would NOT have married the man I did on 8/13/88. I don’t regret it, but I know now that he was not the believer and leader I thought he was and I’ll carry the mental, spiritual and emotional scars for the rest of my life.
My husband and I were once with a youth group. There were three kids sitting across from us at a meal: two guys and a girl. The one guy was a computer geek with glasses. The other one was a college student with slightly cooler hair and no glasses. The girl was obviously with him. But while the computer geek was busy serving everyone at the meal, clearing plates and garbage, the college student got angry with the girl for a small accident and poured red juice over her leather jacket and white shirt. She picked the wrong guy, and the juice didn’t seem to change her mind. She is in for some grief if that relationship continues and especially if it leads to marriage.
So to all the young, unmarried Christian girls out there, listen up: who you marry matters.
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