To the daughter or/and son we may have/get one day, don't believe this lie. We are immersed in the idea that men aren't strong and know nothing. My prayer for you, daughter, is that you find a Yellow Car Boy and for you, son, that you are a Yellow Car Boy. As stated in a previous post, I grew up learning how to be independent, and I accomplished just that. I very well knew how to take care of myself from car stuff to paying bills. And then I met this Yellow Car Boy, and I became completely helpless, and you know what, that's just the way I like it. GASP. Yes, it's WONDERFUL. I also grew up with the very false idea that Prince Charming was going to appear one day, sweep me off my feet, and we would literally fall in love at first sight. I'm not saying this doesn't happen, but fairy tales certainly have lead us to believe this is the only way it happens, and I would venture to say this is a rarity. Culture teaches us that butterflies and romance are necessary. When truly, it's probably best those butterflies and romance happen during marriage rather than before. My Prince Charming came in a yellow car, and I wasn't interested in him at all. He's not red roses and carriages romantic, but here we are married, and I "fall" in love with him more and more every day. Not just to the daughter we may or may not have/get one day, but to girls everywhere, I pray you wait for God to send you a Yellow Car Boy. (Side note: to people who are reading this that know us well, they know we've been talking about children a lot- we're just talking. Everyone can take a deep breath now.) I hope you find someone who encourages you to eat healthy, but he also gets a cookie for you when he picks up dinner and brings it to your classroom on a Friday night after he's been at work at all day, but he stays anyway to help make your bulletin board just the way you want it, finish off Tuesday folders, and make copies while you plan. I hope you find someone who hates cats, but after a scheme to get him to Petco, he lets you leave with a cat. I hope you find someone finishes the dishes because you were exhausted after Field Day and fell asleep so hard on the couch you, unknowingly, speak angrily to him about pepperoni pizza or who knows what. I also hope you find someone who laughs when he tells you about the pepperoni pizza the next day. I hope you find someone that teaches you patience. I hope you find someone that teaches you how to be calm and worry less. (Jesus take the wheel of the female brain.) I hope you find someone who when he ordered you a dress for Valentine's Day, and it didn't fit, a few weeks later you find another dress in the mail because even thought it wasn't his fault, he had to replace it. I hope you find someone who serves others in any capacity possible. I hope you find someone who serves you. I hope you find someone that you serve, cherish, and encourage. I hope you find someone that not a day goes by do you wonder if he loves you, and fits the definition of loving you as Christ loves the church. I hope you find someone who awkwardly tries to pull your chair out for you on one of your first dates. I hope you find someone that always walks on the side of the road that has traffic and opens doors for you- even after the first few dates. I hope you find someone that makes you love being married and makes you know that, outside of accepting Christ, marriage to that person was the best decision you could make. I hope you marry someone that you look forward to spending every day with. I hope you find your Yellow Car Boy. Remember, it may be in the most unlikely of ways. It may happen at the most unlikely time. He may not be your "type", so most of all, remember that God's type is far more important than what we often think we want at an unripe young age.
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