It’s been almost four months since Bradley proposed to me on the top of a hill on a cold, windy Friday afternoon.
Since then I’ve heard the following sentence a fair few times, “you’re engaged? Wait, how old are you? 22? You’re too young for marriage!”. Of course, it has never been said in a nasty way, just out of pure shock and disbelief.
I’m more than sure that there are a few people in both mine and Bradley’s lives who are questioning our young age compared to our big decision. So I thought I might as well write all about it on today’s Wedding Wednesday.
Bradley and I met on 27th July 2014. Within less than a week of talking to him, I was pretty much convinced I had found my future husband.
I was very blessed being raised by my parents. Both my mum and dad display the idyllic marriage. Their love for one another is full, joyous and sacrificial. They love one another without any questions asked. They have fun together in everything they do – even when it’s just sat on the sofa watching Escape to the Country or some investigative TV series. My dad cares for my mum. He looks after her when she isn’t feeling well. He brings her tea and freshly cut fruit every morning at precisely 7am because he knows that’s when she wakes up.
My mum loves gardens. She loves going to visit the big, beautiful gardens all across the country. And she loves her own garden, carefully planning which flowers must be planted where. My dad joins in on her hobby. He gardens with her. They drive together to garden nurseries and pick out the exact ones she likes.
Growing up, I saw my dad faithfully serving my mum. Not in a ‘servant’ sort of way, but in the greatest act of love. She served him too, of course. But there’s something slightly different, slightly more romantic in the way a man cares for a woman. Watching my dad love my mum the way he does, made me want to find a man who loved me just like that. I prayed to God, asking for that kind of husband. One whose heart was big, giving and passionate.
Bradley’s much different to my dad, in many ways. But he has that same serving and loving heart. In our first conversation, it was easy to see how much he loved God and how he served in the church with everything he had. He was serving and loving God exactly the same way that my dad loved and served my mum.
And over a year into our relationship, Bradley was well and truly everything that I had prayed for him to be. He loves God more than he loves me, which means that he knows true love. And with his heart so full of the One, he is able to love me so fully and so completely.
I can’t put my finger on exactly when or how, but there was a point when something just clicked in both of us. He mentioned marriage, and it felt so right in my heart. We started dreaming together of our future, and before we knew it, we were both so ready and so excited to start that journey together. The thought of waiting was almost unbearable.
In society’s eyes, we most definitely weren’t and still aren’t ready. We don’t have much money to our names and shouldn’t be able to afford a wedding, let alone a place to live together.
But in God’s eyes we are exactly where we need to be. He had all of this timed so perfectly. His favour is unimaginable, and the way that we have been blessed and are continuing to be blessed is unfathomable.
So yes, we are very young… but this whole relationship and our future marriage together is so right. I thank God for Bradley Maybury every day. I can’t wait to be able to honour Him in our marriage. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life serving and loving God alongside my husband, at the same time as us both serving and loving each other.