My Journey Out (Part 1)

A Updated Rerun Series

Prophetic marriages can really be something, right?

After being divorced in early 1992, I received a prophetic word later in the same year:

“The Lord will place the woman you are to marry in front of you. So don’t go looking for her.”

At the time, I thought, what a silly prophetic word. I can’t afford to pay attention. So how can I possibly  support a wife?

Fast-forward ahead two years to a home church meeting where I prayed for a lady named *Virginia. And Virginia was standing in front  of me when I prayed for her.  Soon, we began dating each other.

But this was 1994, and I was going through the worst financial and spiritual warfare struggles of my life. I was barely able to hold my head above water, and Virginia had her own bag of issues. So, our relationship was on-again and off-again during the months that followed.

Then, in early 1995, while driving my truck home from Virginia’s place,  I was talking to the Lord about my dating situation. “Lord, You need to get us married. What’s Your problem?”

All of a sudden, the truck cab filled up with laughter. It was as if  Jesus and His angels were laughing. The laughter was so loud and contagious that I joined in, tears ran down my face. I slowed the truck down so I would not end up in a ditch because of my laughing convulsions.

Hmm, I thought at the time. Is the Lord laughing because He knows something that I don’t know or is He just happy for me?

I chose to ignore the former and opted for the latter.

Next, the Lord spoke to my heart in July, 1995. “You will get married on an anniversary.”

And guess what? A  Christian neighbor came over to my apartment later on  the same day. He was excited. “I saw an anniversary card at the drug store and felt the word anniversary was important to you,” he said.

Unbelievable confirmation, right?

Now, at the time, I was confidant that I would marry Virginia because of the 1992 prophecy. There were no doubts in my mind. We just needed a few miracles from God to make it happen.

But then, nothing happened for months and months. Virginia and I discontinued dating because of our issues. But even in the midst of all of this discouragement, I felt that I needed to just hold onto the prophetic words and something good would eventually happen. Faith moves mountains!

But then God pulled a switcheroo on me. A big, big switcheroo!

(Continued in Part 2.)

*Virginia is a fictitious name for the woman.