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God knew me before He formed me, before He created the person I was made to be. He knew I needed someone special in my life. Someone that was the perfect fit and partner for me.

So God gave me you.

He knew I needed someone who didn’t scare off too easily. Someone who was willing to dig a little deeper. Someone who could get past my initial quietness and deep thinking to get to the unique, talkative person I actually am.

God knew I needed someone who was silly. Someone who could make things more fun. Someone that would make me laugh when no one else could. Someone I would shake my head at and give an eye roll to every now and then.

He knew I needed someone who was the complete opposite of me. Someone who was willing to stand out when I just wanted to blend in. Someone who was willing to speak up when I just wanted to stay quiet. Someone who was the perfect complement to me.

So God gave me you.

He knew I needed someone that would push my buttons, drive me nuts, and aggravate me unlike any other. But yet someone I could never stay angry with. Someone I would always be able to forgive.

God knew I needed someone who would stand with me through the highs and the lows. Someone who could weather the storms. It had to be someone who could make it through the trials with Him by our side. Someone I could make it out with and be stronger than before.

He knew I needed someone who would always support me and try to build me up. Someone who was quick to reassure when I would doubt. Someone who would help me step out of my comfort zone and do something great. Someone who would always be there for me.

So God gave me you.

He knew I needed someone who would make me want to become a better wife, mother, and person. Someone who would love me in spite of myself. Someone who didn’t live in a fairytale but whose love was real.

God knew I needed someone who would grow to understand and know the true me. Someone who could peel back the layers. Someone who I would let in.

He knew I needed someone to walk beside me. Not in front of me or behind me. But someone who would be willing to take my hand and lead me.

So God gave me you.

He knew I needed someone who would be the perfect father. Someone who would help me to raise wonderful, kind, and caring children. Someone who our children would look up to and be proud to call their daddy.

God knew I needed someone who knew and loved Him. Someone who was strong in his faith. Someone who would make that a priority for our family. Someone who has been saved by Jesus.

He knew I needed someone I could grow old with. Someone who I’d spend my life making memories with. Someone who I’d always be happy to have by my side. Someone I’d thank Him for every day.

So God gave me you.

God knew the person I needed was the same person who needed me. He made each of us with the other in mind. And I know with certainty God made no mistake when He gave me you. 

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Melinda Tietsort

Melinda is a married, mother of three girls. She works as a Physical Therapist Assistant, lives in rural Northwest Iowa and enjoys the farm life. She is a Christian and is trying to live the life God intends for her. She offers Christian encouragement and inspiration to others on her blog, "Pursuing a Christ-Centered Life." Follow it at: achristcenteredlife.blogspot.com

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