If you read the About page of this blog then you know there is a story about a jar of honey and my husband before he was ever my husband. Here is the story and hopefully it will encourage you as you continue to wait on God for something or someone.
My healthy, young husband passed away seven years ago of the flu at Christmastime. A few days before we got sick (we all ended up sick including our four year old daughter) I had a dream. The dream was so real and when I woke up I knew it was a God dream. I dreamed that I was holding my friend's face in my hands and was saying over and over that she would grieve intensely for two years and that after those two years she would flourish. She would not just survive but flourish because you don't need Jesus to survive but you do to really thrive richly after such intense pain. It would show others that Jesus is real and is able to redeem anything. The next day I kept wondering, should I call my friend and tell her. I knew it was a real word from God but I felt in my spirit that it wasn't for her. As soon as Russell got sick, I knew it was for me.
He died two weeks later and I grieved for two years. Prior to the end of those two years, I had started talking with a friend from back in Florida occasionally on the phone. Also, I had a couple of dreams of a man who would become my husband and I could not see his face but he was the color of honey - his clothes, his skin, all of him looked like honey to me. I knew I had to wait on God or I would not want to marry again. I needed it to be God Who did it all.
When the two years was up I could sense that my friend might be interested in more than friendship. That Valentine's Day I received a card and a present from him in the mail. He had no idea of my dreams but the gift he sent me was a jar of tupelo honey. What?! What!? As it turns out he felt like he was supposed to send it but didn't know why and the card said "Would you bee mine?" He tried to play it off as a friend thing but that is when I knew he was interested in more than friendship.
God was gracious enough to keep confirming that He was the one putting us together over the next few months. A year and a half later we were married. And that is how God redeemed my family with a jar of tupelo honey.
Michelle Gill is a writer, barista, trail walker sometimes runner, disc golfer's wife, Jesus lover, book collector, mama, and old house explorer. Learn more about her story on her website www.maceyhollow.com.
is a website designer, barista, trail walker sometimes runner, disc golfer's wife, Jesus lover, home creator, book collector, mama, writer, and old house explorer. She has personally seen how real Jesus is and offers hope to you through sharing her story, among various other random creative writings. She also encourages others to share their story or project through website design.