Most anyone who knows me, knows that I'm happily married and crazy about my husband. But there wasn't always a Michael in my life! I spent many years as a single adult. In fact, I didn't get married the first time till I was thirty.

My mom was alive then, and I'd talk to her about how much I'd like to be married and have someone to love –– and I'd always end up saying, "Well, the Lord will work it out. He'll bring the right person into my life. I just need to wait for him to take care of it."

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