Wanted: Teen Girl Looking For Love.
With Valentine’s Day just passing, I can’t help but think of LOVE. I would dare say every teenage girl has probably already imagined herself with her dream man, dream name, and dream life. That’s just the way we girls are. We live for love.
I would like to tell a love story, and what a better story to tell than my own! I began my sophomore year in Bible college, hoping for the day when searching for my dream man would be over. Respecting my father’s wishes, I spent my freshman year attending many college activities, not becoming too serious with any guy. Dad had said, “No boyfriends your first year.” I was under orders to enjoy my freshman year, make new friends, get involved in an exciting ministry, and study hard to make good grades. I did just that and am now very thankful for my father’s guidance.
As I began my sophomore year, I prayed and asked the Lord to show me who my husband would be. I was tired of feeling empty inside, having been on my own search looking for “Mr. Right.” I told God that I wasn’t going to look anymore and that my way wasn’t working. Finally I let go and put my trust in God to bring the right one my way.
Why is this always so hard for us to do? We become so desperate with life before we want to trust God. I believe we don’t trust God in the area of finding a mate because we are scared of what God may give us. In reality, the God in heaven Who sent His perfect Son to die for sinners, like me, wants to give us the best. We think Jesus, Who so deeply loves us and knows everything about us, wants to give us the town’s strangest guy, one who wears high waters and white socks, a comb-over hair style with a cowlick in front, and wrinkled clothes. (No offense if any guys are reading this.) I am not saying that God will match you up with “Mr. G.Q.,” but I am saying that God wants to give us the desire of our hearts if we will trust Him and not get ahead of His plan.
Nearing Christmas break, about two weeks later, I received a phone call from my father back home in Mississippi. He asked me, “What would you think of having Dan Carr, Jr., over for lunch one day when you come for Christmas break?” I was astonished that he would ask me such a question, knowing that Dad did not prefer older guys for me. I figured that, as old as Dan was, he had to have already been married by now. He was a counselor at camp, whereas I was just a beginner at the camp our churches attended. Pastor Dan Carr, Sr., and his family lived only about ten miles from where I had grown up. I thought for a minute; maybe my Daddy had gone crazy! I said, “Sure,” as my heart began to pound. I told this news to my friend Juli, who, being from Louisiana, had been friends with Dan at camp. She thought my father’s idea was great.
At home Sunday morning after church, my family and I heard a knock at the door. Mama said, “Jackie, get the door. It’s probably Dan.” I believe I walked to the door more nervous than I’d ever been. When I opened the door, on the opposite side stood a gorgeous man with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin—all three of which were on my list to find in a man. When I looked at him, I knew he was different from everyone else. He wasn’t a boy. Dan Carr, Jr., was a genuine man. We ate lunch with my family, and my little sister Joo Joo broke all the awkward quietness. I had never in my life had such a shortage of words. After dinner, Dan and I sat in the living room, where the football game was on television. I began asking him questions about football, and the conversation flowed from there. We shared a love—sports! The time was 5:45 p.m. when he looked at the clock and said, “If I don’t get out of here, my dad is going to fire me!” Every night I was home for Christmas break, Dan asked me to do something. We definitely hit it off!
Back at college, I was able to communicate with Dan by phone for thirty minutes one night a week with my father’s permission. After almost two months together, I went to the Lord again and asked Him if Dan were the one for me to marry. I thought I was in love and wanted Him to show me that Dan was His will for my life.
During my Bible time, I read the story of Abraham and Isaac in Genesis 24. Abraham says in verse 4, “But thou shalt go unto my country, and to my kindred, and take a wife unto my son Isaac.” God showed me perfect peace that Dan was His will for my life. I never would have guessed my husband would come from my hometown of Gulfport, MS.
To make a long story short, I married Dan Carr, Jr., on August 12, 2006. We have three children and are expecting our fourth. God has been so good to give me my dream man and so much more than I could have ever imagined. My challenge for you is to trust God with your future. He wants to give us the abundant life. I am so honored to bemarried to my man, Dan Carr, Jr.