Marriage and the Great What-If Question – Daniel 3:16-19

Grandma Morrison loved her husband like a newlywed, with playfulness and affectionate squeezes. Grandpa reciprocated by teasing, or startling her just to hear her grunt. He also enjoyed encouraging her to not worry about things so much.

Grandpa was a retired pastor and she, the mother of the pastor where they attended church. They were faithful to be there every week, but one day their car needed a longer stay in the shop for repairs. She asked, “What if the car isn’t fixed by Sunday?”

Grandpa’s eyes glistened. “Oh, what if . . .

Grandma shrugged her shoulders and giggled, accepting his loving reminder that they could trust God in every detail of their lives. Could I do the same?

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Finding Love – my Biggest What-if

As a teenager I took walks around town. I loved the exercise and the adventure of exploring new sights. It was also prime time for praying. Sometimes I sang to God, relinquishing my concerns to his care. Other times I struggled, talking out loud like Reb Tevye from the movie, Fiddler on the Roof.

My biggest concern was my lack of direction for the future, especially regarding whom I would marry. I desired a husband, a man to love me like no other, but nagging my mind was the thought marriage might not happen for me.

What if God says no?

In the book of Daniel, the story is told of how he and his friends were challenged by a ruler to bow to an idol or be killed in a fire. His reply included a strong answer to a what-if.

“O Nebuchadnezzar, we have no need to answer you in this matter. If this be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of your hand, O king. But if not, be it known to you, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the golden image that you have set up” (Daniel 3:16-19 ESV).

A few blocks from home I stopped in the intersection and looked at the sky. It was the moment I muted my what-if questions and declared my resolve.

“Lord, I have asked you for a husband, but I understand it may not be your will. I put my life in your hands, and I trust you to provide what I need. If I must wait for years, or if marriage never comes, I will trust you.”

It may have sounded easy, but I knew it would be work. I added, “Help me do this, Lord.”

Trusting God continues to be work, but I enjoy the rewards when I watch my husband napping on the couch or playing with our grandchildren. And when I have concerns to work through? Taking a long walk still works for me!

by Kathy Sheldon Davis

By Kathy Sheldon Davis

Kathy Sheldon Davis, contributing author of the books "Jesus Talked to Me Today" and "Seeking His Presence," and a finalist for the Oregon Christian Writers Cascade award, lives with her husband, Jerry, in Junction City, Oregon. Kathy enjoys mentoring and editing for other writers, making strangers into friends, and celebrating holidays with her extended family. She has also written for Warner Press since 2016 and posts devotions on her blog at .

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