My great love

Today I’m going to tell you how I found the love of my life. So make yours­elf com­for­ta­ble with a cap­puc­ci­no and come with me into my world. The­re was a time in my life when I wan­ted not­hing more than a girl­fri­end. And it was pre­cis­e­ly this wish that I brought to God. But it hap­pen­ed.… NOTHING. Months and years pas­sed. Why did it work for the others and not for me? Did God even hear my pray­er or was it all just an illu­si­on? The­se and other ques­ti­ons buz­zed around in my head.

And then came day X, when I met a woman who I found more than just inte­res­t­ing — and who see­med to feel the same way about me. As we lived 500 km apart, we had enough time to get to know each other very well on the pho­ne and in wri­ting, and we expe­ri­en­ced that but­ter­flies can also fly through the pho­ne.

“Will you marry me?”

When I had come to the con­clu­si­on that I wan­ted to spend my life with this woman, I asked her to mar­ry me. To give the who­le thing a spe­cial touch, I deci­ded on the place that Stef­fi had often raved about: Qued­lin­burg. I cho­se the most beau­tiful sand­stone rock (admit­ted­ly, it was the only one) that I could find near­by and crea­ted my own geo­cache in which I pla­ced the enga­ge­ment ring. So the ring wai­ted lonely and buried for its new owner, who was about 300 km away and whom I first had to lure here. Until then, I hoped that no other owner would be found in the mean­ti­me. White gold was­n’t reco­gnizable as gold to any lay­man any­way, and bes­i­des, it only fit­ted on nar­row fin­gers. So what could pos­si­bly go wrong? Two days later, I set off with Stef­fi. Of cour­se, she knew NOTHING and had NOT even spe­cu­la­ted with her fri­ends about whe­ther I would ask her ; ) 300 km excur­si­ons are the most nor­mal thing in the world on a fall day like this. I mana­ged to sur­pri­se her, at least in part, becau­se I play­ed the clue­l­ess co-see­ker the who­le time and when she found the ring, she was a bit per­ple­xed. For­t­u­na­te­ly, it was­n’t becau­se I asked her if she wan­ted to be my wife. She ans­we­red this with a short “yes”, which meant “I do” and imme­dia­te­ly fol­lo­wed it up with the ques­ti­on “how did the ring actual­ly get here?” Once we had cla­ri­fied the­se important facts, she said some­thing that real­ly touch­ed my heart. She said that she did­n’t want to tell me befo­re we got enga­ged becau­se she did­n’t want to influence my decis­i­on. **drum roll** About five years ear­lier, she had woken up in the mor­ning and had the fol­lo­wing thoughts in her head: “Your hus­band will one day be cal­led Jona­than”. The­se thoughts were con­nec­ted with a deep cer­tain­ty and she knew that only God could speak to her like this. She did­n’t know Jona­than at the time and won­de­red all the time why God had told her this so cle­ar­ly. It was only when she came tog­e­ther with me that she remem­be­red this situa­ti­on from back then. And here’s the kicker: it was exact­ly at this time that I asked God, almost accu­sing him, “Why are­n’t you ans­we­ring my pray­ers for a part­ner? Do my pray­ers reach you at all?” When Stef­fi told me this, my heart was touch­ed by God’s love and I rea­li­zed that he had heard my pray­ers from the moment I utte­red them. It just was­n’t the right time then and loo­king back I can say with full con­vic­tion: it was a very good thing and if I could live tho­se years again, I would do it all over again.