When I was seventeen, I met a guy I could have married.
He was a really nice guy, very sweet and
down-to-earth. We’ll call him Bob. He was blond haired and blue eyed,
with this quirky little smile and with manners that made me feel
special. He was a country boy, and about as sweet and honorable as they
come. I was working at McDonald’s at the time, and he worked there, too.
We started talking, and I could tell that he liked me–as in really
liked me–but I had a long distance boyfriend.
Now, the long-distance boyfriend (let’s call him Ted) was another
very nice guy. But there wasn’t a huge amount of chemistry there, and
while we both really respected each other, it wasn’t going anywhere
fast. Plus, there was about 4 hours of driving between us, so…
Anyway, one evening after work, Bob drove me home. He just sort of... hung around and ended up staying for supper. He got along with my family
really, really well. My dad had never really taken a shine to Long Distance Boyfriend Ted, but
Bob just sort of… fit in. He liked Star Trek like we did, and he loved
my dad’s cooking. Bob was kind and decent, and I could tell he really
wanted something with me. We just clicked.
So, the next day at work, I had to tell Bob about Ted. It was the right thing to do, and I wasn't the two-timing sort. Bob, being the very decent guy that he was, bowed
out. Like completely–no more chit chat, no more rides. He simply went
away so efficiently, that I have no idea where he went or what became of
him. But I often thought that if I hadn’t been dating Long Distance Ted at the time,
Bob was the sort of guy who would have stuck. I could have dated him for
a couple of years, and ended up marrying him.
Which would have been tragic, because then I wouldn’t have been able
to marry Mr. Johns nearly ten years later, and in my mind there is a
very big difference between a person you
could marry and a
soulmate. My husband, if you hadn’t guessed, falls into the latter
category. He was a man I’d forever regret
not marrying.
So, since we’re all thinking thankful thoughts this month, today, I’m
thankful for Ted–the place-holder-long-distance boyfriend who kept me from getting
involved with Bob. It’s funny how things turn out, but I truly believe
that God’s hand was there, keeping me available for the man He’d chosen
for me… for the man who was already praying for me in the heart of Africa.
Long Distance Ted went on to get married and have two children. I’m sure
he’s equally grateful not to have married
me. (Delightful as I am. ;) ) I don’t know what became of Bob, but he was an honest,
good guy, and I like to think that he found his soulmate, too–someone
worthy of him. He deserved that.
As for Mr. Johns, he immigrated to Canada and we met 9 years after
the Bob/Ted situation. It took exactly two weeks for him to propose and a
heartbeat for me to accept. We both just
knew.
***
This month, my Western Romance has hit the shelves! This is a sweet
romance written by a Christian author. That means you can trust the
books I write, no matter which line they are published in. I hope you
enjoy this story!
COULD HE BE HER HERO?
Hope, Montana, is no longer home to Andy
Granger, who sold his piece of the family ranch to developers. He's
only back to run a cattle drive in his brother's stead. But the
community can't forgive him for selling out. And Dakota Mason, the
beautiful cowgirl he hired, has every reason to hate him…
Ranching
is in Dakota's blood. And now the developers have cut off water her
neighboring ranch desperately needs. She's only on the ride for a
paycheck—not to turn her back on her community. And definitely not to
fall for some overly protective urban cowboy. But Andy may surprise
everyone…including himself.
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