Written upon the occasion of my 5th wedding anniversary. This post contains ideas that we can't fully know or understand this side of Hades. This is just my little take.
I don't believe in destiny. I love the movie Only You (because I, as a 14-year-old, knew instinctively what generations of boys and men are just now figuring out: Robert Downey Jr. Rocks), and I love swaying in my soul to the idea that, as Plato said, two souls were split down the middle at the beginning of time, and now they're just floating through the universe trying to find their other half. But I can't buy it.
Before time, God knew that I would choose Mike. But I don't think God decided before time that it was my destiny to marry Mike. I think God created the universe to give us choices. Real choice excludes destiny. If there was a "right" and "wrong" decision, if I could have chosen the wrong man and destroyed my destiny, free will would be quite a terrible thing to throw on mankind.
I think it's more like a candy shop. God created this glittering shop full of men. He set me in front of the door, gave me a little pat on the tush, and with great anticipation said, "Go, pick one!" There were shelves and jars full of licorice whips and candy dots and root beer barrels. Each one tasty, but you can only pick one. If I pick a licorice whip man it's delicious, but I choose it at the exclusion of a root beer barrel man.
(Now I know where this metaphor breaks down. The men of this world weren't exactly sitting on a shelf, just waiting saying, "Ooh, ooh, pick me! Pick me!" But if you point that out, it will hurt my feelings.)
But I don't think the metaphor is that crazy. God made this world fun. All those 9th grade emotions and intrigues of liking a guy and passing notes and finding out if he likes you, I think God created those. Those all come with a free will in the world of men. This isn't to make light of our choices. Because they're real choices, they really matter and are really significant.
Now I'm off topic. But God allows me to choose a mate. I could have chosen any number. Had I not married Mike, maybe I would have met some line cook from Brugges whom I would have loved.
But something magical and extraordinary and mysterious happened the second I said, "I, do." Mike at that moment did mysteriously become my one. Mike transformed into my destiny and God now weaves an incredible story between us.
It's not the only story that could have been. Sitting on my father's lap and looking through the shelves of story books, I could have pulled out another one and asked for it to be read to me. But this is the story I chose, and that somehow makes it all the more beautiful.
Any story that involves Mike has adventure and humor and romance and intrigue. And what a story it has been, as you will see from this video. In case this post has been too foo-foo for you, I leave you with a video of my now YouTube-famous husband dancing his hula from his freshmen year of college. (Thank you Jon Hart for the best birthday gift ever.)