How I knew I was going to marry an African-American man years before I met my husband

SoleMate Wedding Pic - goodsocialllc.comHe has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

“Are you ready?” My Kenyan Pastor asked. I confidently answered, “Yes,” even though he provided no explanation for what he was asking about. We had just finished our Bible study in my apartment with my coworkers. My Pastor asked me to step out with him onto the balcony. A gust of wind blew into my face as I looked down at the busy traffic on the road below us. My mind swirled with thoughts, wondering what my Pastor was possibly referring to.

“Are you ready?” My Pastor repeated. Bewildered, I looked back at him. Again, I said yes, although this time I was beginning to get suspicious about what he was trying to get me to do. What could it possibly be? I asked myself silently.

“Are you ready?” My Pastor asked me for the third time. Thinking it was a trick question after all, I took my time before answering. After a few seconds of awkward pause, I finally replied, “Maybe,” almost faintly. “Ready for what?” I finally asked.

He ignored my question and simply said, “God loves you Maricel. God loves you. He loves you. He wants you to be prepared. He wants you to prepare for your husband.” He then told me that He was praying for me when God asked Him if I were ready. That God asked him three times the way my Pastor asked me. Just like the way Jesus asked Peter if he loved Jesus. My Pastor added that he was surprised. He was just praying for me in general. He wasn’t expecting the questions. “I then realized God wanted me to ask you if you were ready for your husband. And to inform you to prepare. I realized how much He loves you.” My Pastor went on.

My jaw almost dropped. I was speechless. For real? For years, I prayed and begged God to answer my prayers for a husband. But there I was, many years later, still single and seemingly with no answer from Him. Until my Kenyan Pastor told me that night sometime in October, 2008. I did not not know what to say. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I knew my Pastor wanted to talk to me weeks before, but I thought it was going to be about the Bible study, its future, etc.

I had surprisingly forgotten about marriage temporarily as I buried myself in ‘kingdom works’. Although the longing ebbed and flowed, I knew I still wanted to get married but I was feeling defeated. I was afraid it was never going to happen. So I tried to ignore it by burying myself in my corporate job and Bible studies. Yet somehow, right after my Kenyan Pastor told me what the Lord told him concerning me, I ‘knew’ right there and then that I was going to marry an African-American guy. I didn’t know how I knew but I just knew. The most baffling of all was that I did not know any African-American at the time. I had no plans of going to the U.S. then either.

 Cruisin’ Lake Lugano before proceeding to Lucerne.

My eyes were fixed on Switzerland, my favorite country in the world. I wanted to marry a Swiss guy so I can live in the Swiss Alps. But no Swiss guy caught my eye when I went there. Prior to this, I was also hoping to marry a Messianic Jew. But when I went to Israel, I did not meet any Messianic Jew either. So no, I had no prior inkling to marry an African-American. I actually didn’t know what to make of it. So I kept it in my heart, buried it in my memory. I thought, well, if it’s from God, it will happen when it happens. So I went about my business.

Atop Mount of Olives overlooking Jerusalem.

You would think God would have revealed it soon enough. I wish. Almost nine agonizing years since I had the revelation, I finally met and married the love of my life, an African-American. You’re probably thinking I could have married him on purpose, to fulfill what I thought I received from God. Well, no. Not at all. As a matter of fact, I was seeing a white guy before I met my husband. Although the thought never truly left my mind, I wasn’t always thinking about it. I didn’t let it dictate my behavior. Meaning, I was open to other nationalities.

There were days that I doubted myself. What if I’m wrong? What if the thought wasn’t from God after all and it was only a figment of my imagination? And so I kept myself open. And trusted God to reveal His will in His perfect time. And He did. What about you? Are you holding on to a promise God gave you? Have you met so many setbacks already? Have you been waiting for years, or perhaps decades and you feel like giving up? I pray you won’t. I pray you will hang on. I feel you. Giving up was the easiest thing to do too. I could have but I didn’t. Like you, I shed buckets of tears, overcame numerous obstacles, endured countless sleepless nights, mockery and hurtful words from family and friends but I pressed on. Because I knew it will be worth it in the end. And it sure was. Remember, Numbers 23:19 says,

“God is not a man, that He should lie, or a son of man, that He should change His mind. Does He speak and not act? Does He promise and not fulfill?” 

God will surely do it. Hang in there. Trust Him. And believe. It will surely come to pass. And when it does, it will unfold in the right place at the right time. Just like it did in mine. For God’s glory. May you be blessed.

How I knew I was going to marry an African-American man years before I met my husband

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