It’s been a little over a week since I got married. For what most of you don’t know, it’s been a year since my husband proposed marriage to me. Quick story. When I was about 5 years my oldest brother lived with my husbands dad so very often, we were at his house. I have many memories of sleep overs, playing video games, skating and playing kitchen with his younger sister. No particular memories of Kobby (my husband) at the time. Then at age 8, I heard Kobby and his family had relocated to the United Kingdom and it was pretty much the end of my visits to their house.
Fast forward to 2005. One night I remember receiving a Facebook message from Kobby. We had quite a lengthy conversation. I was 16 then. Kobby mentioned that he was coming to Ghana couple of months later and for the first time I looked forward to seeing him. By then, I had developed emotions towards him. He was in Ghana for 3 weeks and I remember the night before he left he said ‘wait for me. I’d come back for you’.
Lol According to Kobby, when he returned to the uk, I stopped replying his texts after a while. Lol at the time I was trying so hard to be someone else’s wife but somehow Kobby and I reconnected in 2013 when he was getting ready to came to Ghana for his sisters traditional marriage. At this point we both were in really complicated situations but I remember looking at him at the engagement thinking to myself (that’s definitely my husband).
Honestly during that time, I was focused on building a firm relationship with God. I remember making promises to God about how I wanted to honour and glorify Him with my life. I remember telling God I didn’t want to have sex with any man till I got married. It wasn’t always easy. Sometimes I kept that promise out of religion but now I realise the only reason i could, was grace.
In 2014 Kobby called and said he was coming to Ghana the following year for our yearly international conference. In my mind we were only catching up so I paid no special attention to his intended visit. I had no idea He was coming to Ghana in 2015 with a ring.
It was not the proposal I had always dreamed of. Thanks to social media Perhaps he noticed my disappointment and said I’d make it up to you”. In my mind, ‘how?’. I was basically living in a world of fantasies. So much so that I didn’t realise every effort he made along the way. Planning the wedding initially was hectic. I felt like I was planning an international crusade by myself. I’d stress and fuss yet the only words Kobby would offer was ‘Gods’ got this’ My immediate response would be ‘you don’t know what you’re saying. We have to plan! I got so frustrated about nothing. Every time I complained about something not going the way I planned he’d say ‘God is fighting for us”. At a point it was the last thing I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear things like let’s do A B C, subtract W so we can find R. I stressed till I hit my breaking point. I did not know that just because I had chosen to walk with God was an invitation to walk on a street of grace and glory.
I have no words to describe our wedding.
https://instagram.com/p/BL5YGz2hVE-/ It was everything I dreamed of and more. I love walking on this street. It makes difficult things easy. Too easy I don’t realise when a miracle takes place. A street called grace and glory.