It was December 1979 when a suitemate of mine introduced me to her brother. Her brother and I walked slowly down to our dorms. We chatted comfortably. When we arrived at the front of our dorms, we chatted some more. I didn’t think he was that handsome at the time. He wore a rust colored sweat suit, his hair parted in the middle, and big horn-rimmed glasses but he was tall, intelligent, and made me laugh. We talked easily.
It was just before Interterm which was the entire month of January. Most of us came back to college and just took a few boring classes. He was going back to Florida for the month with his family. My thought was that I would probably never see him again or nothing would come of our interaction.
I went home for Christmas and announced to my parents that I would probably never marry. I had dated a lot in high school and college, but the guys I liked in college didn’t like me and the ones that liked me, I didn’t like. My parents laughed hysterically. I went back to college in December and spent a boring month in Santa Barbara, but I did have fun with my friends who are all still my friends today.
Once the last semester of my senior year began, Ken’s roommate asked me if I would go on a suite date with Ken. The roommate was supposed to ask the girl who his roommate wanted him to ask. I said, “Yes!” I was extremely excited. Well, we had an incredible time that night. We just hit it off. We were practically inseparable for the rest of that semester. By this time, I thought he was absolutely handsome!
He would slide “love” letters under my door at night. I would laugh hysterically when I read them. He had a great sense of humor. We loved just going places to sit and talk for hours. It was a semester I will never forget! Our first kiss was at the beach on the sand in Santa Barbara. Yes, it was romantic!
When the semester was coming to a close, he asked me if I wanted to go to Florida for a month after graduation to meet his family so I did. After the month was over, he asked me to be his wife. We were married in December of that year, 1980.
It sounds like a “fairy tale” with a happily ever after, and it would have been if I had been taught how to be a godly, submissive wife, but I had never been taught any of it. My complete story of becoming a transformed wife is in my first book “The Power of a Transformed Wife.” My goal in beginning to write for my first blog was to help women escape the lies of feminism and begin marriage the right way, God’s way. Since few are learning it from their mothers or older women in the churches, I decided it was time for someone to do so. Learning God’s will from a young age is an incredible blessing and keeps young women away from unnecessary heartbreak, suffering, and pain.
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.