I used to have a teacher in highschool who we joked would never get married. She wasn’t ugly or mean or anything. She was just .. proper. Proper, not the point of prudishness. But she was the kind of woman that you brought home to mom, not to some seedy motel. All the girls would ask her opinion on boyfriends and if God allowed such things. She said that she’s been praying for God’s partner for her. And that was all she did. As a highschool student, just entering puberty, this did not seem the most exciting story. But every year, some newbie would ask the same question about relationships and such and she’d always answer the same thing, she’s praying for him.

I lived in a small town and if you so much as looked at a boy, it’d be on the rumor mill hours later. Not even after highschool did I ever hear that she had a boyfriend or anything. Years ago, I heard she moved to the US to work there. I was happy for her. (Being a teacher in my school is a crap job only a masochist would take.) And then I heard that she finally had a boyfriend. He was a pastor of a small congregation, I believe. And then a year after that, they got married. I looked her up in Friendster and said my congratulations. She asked about my life and that was that. And then minutes ago, I just saw that she had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Okay .. so everything we thought was crazy with her, all the waiting and asking and waiting and then waiting some more and then the waiting with a side order of waiting … worked. And things happened for her in the right order. She met a man. She married that man. She had a child by that man. She did life right.

Contrary to what my head is telling me, my heart is jealous. So much so that it’s made me sad, in the truest sense of the word.