If He Is The Man God Chose For Me Then Why Does He Have A Wife?

I’ve been fasting and praying, and believing God for a life partner for a long time now. I tell Him to choose a man for me and make him cross my path. When I say these prayers, one thing I tell God is, “When I see my future husband, I want to recognize him. I don’t want him to pass me by.”......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>

During one of my three-day fasts, I focused entirely on this prayer. The morning after completing the fast, something interesting happened. I was at the train station around 7:50 A.M.

I was sitting in the waiting area, with my seat facing away from the crowd. That position gave me a beautiful view of the green trees. Lord knows I never pass up on any chance to enjoy nature. While I was taking in the scene, I felt a sudden urge to turn around, as if someone had called my name.

I turned, but I didn’t see anyone particularly trying to talk to me. Only one man caught my eye, but he was not even looking at me. I only saw his back as he walked toward the escalator. Nothing about him was familiar, so I turned around and faced my trees. I couldn’t shake off why I got the urge to turn in that direction, though.

When it was time to board the train, I was surprised to see him on the same train. Guess what? His seat was right next to mine. He was already seated when I got there. As I got closer to my seat, our eyes met, and I felt something course through my veins. It was chemistry.

Judging from the shy smile he gave me, I could tell he felt it too. We both blushed, but no one said even a “Hi.” We were the only two people seated at a table meant for five. Thankfully, the silence between us was big enough to fill the rest of the seats.

I knew I liked him, but I decided not to show any interest. I wanted to stay calm and listen to God’s voice. I told myself that if things unfold naturally between us, then it means God intended for it to happen.

A few hours into the journey, he leaned on the table and fell asleep. I couldn’t sleep or close my eyes for a little nap. My nerves wouldn’t give me the luxury of peace.

All of a sudden, the train slowed down. I think it startled him because he woke up with a jolt and asked, “What’s happening? Is it stopping?”

I looked at his sleepy face and responded, “I don’t know what’s going on.”

The silence between us took over the rest of the conversation.

As we got closer to the final station, I prayed: “God, I know we haven’t talked much, but if this man is part of your plan for me, let him ask for my number.” At that point, I was still acting completely uninterested.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at the terminus. While I sat down waiting for others to leave the train first to avoid the rush, my mystery man got up and picked up his bag. When he finished, he turned to ask, “Which of the bags is yours?”

I pointed to it, and he offered to help get it down from the overhead rack. “I saw you struggling to put it up,” he said. “Oh, so he noticed I am short,” I thought.

Right after he brought my luggage down, he asked for my number. I didn’t hesitate. I gladly gave it to him, and he left.

That evening, he texted me to check if I got home safely. I said yes, and we had a short chat. After that, the silence that sat between us on the train came back to join the conversation. It lingered for two whole weeks.

The next time I heard from him, he said, “Tell me how you’ve been doing?”

I told him everything. He also told me what, at the time, I presumed to be everything going on in his life. From that day, things flowed easily between us. The silence was no longer an uninvited guest to our conversations.

He wanted to know what I was up to every day. This is how we exchanged updates about our daily lives for eight months. We didn’t meet in person, but I knew he faced some health challenges. Every time we talked about it, I prayed for him.

Sometimes we spoke about meeting, but there was always something that came up. Either my schedule didn’t allow it, or his health challenges interfered with our plans. Regardless, our bond grew with time. I liked everything about him. It made it easier for me to fall in love with him through our chats. I believed he fell for me, too.

While I never felt he was hiding something from me, he made a statement that gave me the impression that he had another woman in his life. I wanted to ask him, but I didn’t know how to. Just around that time, he was preparing to travel. So I decided to wait till he was back.

While he was away, my mind was unsettled, but he still gave me updates. When he returned, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I asked him directly, “Do you have a wife?”

He tried to evade the question at first, but eventually, he said, “Yes, I am married. I haven’t mentioned it all this while because it never came up.”

I went looking for the truth, and when I found it, I felt broken. The pain of knowing he was already taken was deep. I had grown to love the man he was, and now that I had to come to terms with the fact that he was married, I hated the reality. But what could I have done? I had to walk away.

I believe that was the hardest thing I ever did in my life. I missed him every single day because of the bond we nurtured within that eight-month period. We used to pray for each other, you know. Whenever he faced challenges, he asked me to remember him in prayer. Even though I have stopped talking to him, I still find myself praying for him.

Sometimes, he’s not even part of my prayer list, but my heart insists on mentioning his name. It’s been over a year since I found out the truth, but dreams, visions, and signs about him still come to me.

Once, I had a vision that I would spot him in a town I was visiting for the first time. Within thirty minutes, it happened. I saw him, just as the vision showed.

I’ve also had dreams where we were living together, and he treated me with respect. One dream showed him introducing me to his mother. In another, he visited my sick father, and my dad was so happy to see him.

All the dreams have been positive, never negative. I visited a prayer mountain recently. The entire time I was there praying, I kept seeing this man.

My fellow Christians, what does this mean? Why would the Lord keep showing me dreams and visions of a married man when I pray to Him about a life partner? I feel so confused about the whole situation.