As you know, I spent a lot of time thinking and praying about this amazing guy named Josh. The more I got to know him, the more I admired him.
Dreaming about Joshua was not all that filled my days though. Living at home with six younger siblings, life was never dull. I also attended a local college full time (with one of my very best friends–my younger brother!), studied for CLEP tests, took Chinese lessons with Joshua and worked 20+ hours a week. Life was full.
In late January ’06 something very exciting developed on the football front: the Steelers made it to the Superbowl. I could care less, but my dad and brothers were thrilled. We hosted a bunch of friends for a Superbowl party, among them Josh and his brothers.
Joshua ignored me the entire time, or so I thought. The Steelers won and in the midst of the jubilation, I didn’t notice him slip a little envelope to my dad.
Too many lates nights of studying had finally caught up with me. Later that evening I ended up in bed. For a whole week I hardly had strength to get up.
That miserable week was a gift from God.
The busyness of life had distracted me. Lying in bed I was able to refocus. For the 738th time, I gave my feelings for Joshua to God. I prayed about God’s will and what course my life should hold if Joshua wasn’t in the picture.
By the following Sunday I was better and we went over to a friend’s house after church for a Valentine’s Day party. Joshua had just returned from an out-of-state job, but made it too.
Once again, he avoided me.
While our parents were playing a couple’s game, some of us started a game called iMAgiNiff. It was my “turn” and the question was “What quality would Anna want in her children?” Six possible answers were given and from the list I picked “smart.”
Moments earlier, Joshua had walked into the room. Once the players revealed their answers, he looked at the six choices and said “I would pick ‘have a sense of humor’ for my kids.”
That was it. I was sure it was a subtle hint to kindly let me know he was not interested in anything beyond friendship.
Giving Joshua to God for the 738th time had not been enough. I was nearly in tears.
After we got home, my little sister Bekka (then five) said, “Do you want to know who you are going to marry?”
It was fairly plain to me who I was not going to marry, but not wanting to spoil her fun, said “sure. Who?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m going to be your flower girl.” Before I had time to think up a good retort, Papa called me. “Anna, Mama and I have something to tell you.”