My mother started traveling out to our city every other month. I knew that she and I would grow closer if I ever had a family and that was just what happened. I enjoyed hearing her stories about my own childhood and seeing her with Ian made her look and act younger than her years. I could tell by the sadness in the corner of her eyes that she missed my father, but I could also see that she always felt he was nearby. She would not have been able to exist had that not been true. And take it from me, it was more true than she ever knew.
Maria and I had a fairy tale marriage. You know, the one where the beautiful princess was so in love that she smiled every time she turned a corner. Okay, so maybe I was no prince and we had our issues, but we were committed to each other and our love sustained us through it all. God had chosen us for one another and that was enough to help us through anything.
I still think about Evan often…as well as my father. Whenever I have a bad day, I search our new kitchen for his face and wonder if he is seeing what has become of me now. As much as I needed Evan when he first appeared to me, I know that he does not come now because I have something much greater than he ever was. I have God. The events that surrounded my time with Evan led me down the path to finding God again and for that, I will be forever grateful.
I hope you have found something in my story to which you can relate. It’s probable that you have gone through some rough times yourself and you very likely have never met a man like Evan. But there are Evan’s all around us all of the time. They may not be as obvious as mine, but they’re there. If you really look, you might be surprised where you find yours. And where he might lead you when you do.
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