{"id":130,"date":"2012-07-16T22:09:16","date_gmt":"2012-07-17T03:09:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/musings.splanescorner.us\/?p=130"},"modified":"2016-12-06T19:38:44","modified_gmt":"2016-12-07T01:38:44","slug":"its-all-in-the-choices-we-make","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/splanescorner.us\/musings\/its-all-in-the-choices-we-make\/","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s All in the Choices We Make&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I remember an experience I had sometime during 1990, I was sitting on the podium of our congregation in Maryland, taping Asher&#8217;s message (that was old school when you had to sit and watch the cassette tape and turn it over when the first side was full). All of a sudden, everything in the room went white, and I saw Jesus standing in front of me. I never saw His face, but I felt Him put His hands on my shoulders and said that I needed to make a decision.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I could go back to Las Vegas, and He would bless me, and I would live out my life serving Him still, but He desired for me to stay in Maryland, because there were things He had for me to accomplish there. And, if I went back to Las Vegas, I would never marry, because my husband wasn&#8217;t there, and he never would be. And then the vision was over, and I was back in the congregation, and amazed at what I had just heard. I had been vascillating about staying in Maryland, or moving back to Las Vegas.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Of course, it&#8217;s obvious that I chose to stay, and God took me through many wonderful experiences as a result, both in Israel and here. But the amazing thing is that I met Ken, my wonderful husband. I would never have met him, had I not chosen what He asked me to choose. It&#8217;s interesting, but he didn&#8217;t say I had to choose that. He gave me a clear choice. But I am so glad I made that choice.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Mr. Ken, as I affectionately call him, is the most wonderful gift. He is the epitome of what you would call a faithful man. We met on the internet back when it wasn&#8217;t the &#8220;thing&#8221; to do. Some thought I was crazy coming to Illinois by myself to meet him. And crazier still to go hiking with him at Starved Rock the second day I arrived! But I am so glad I listened to my heart and came here and met this most wonderful man. I knew as soon as we met that we had a connection ordained by God and that we would be together. It just took him a little bit longer to realize it!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">We have had over fifteen amazing, wonderful, laughter-filled years together. I would not trade it for anything. It&#8217;s funny, but as much as I have hated living in Illinois, I have loved my life with Mr. Ken.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sunday morning our pastor had a message about marriage. As I sat there listening, Ken was running the PowerPoint slides for the message, faithfully putting the slides up as pastor was talking. Every time I see that, it reminds me of the man he is, ever faithful, always dependable, a wonderful example of what a Godly man should be.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I wish every woman could be as blessed as I am. The bible says to find a wife is to find a good thing, but I think it&#8217;s also true of finding a husband like mine. 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