“For your Maker is your husband—the Lord Almighty is his name.” (Isaiah 54:5)
Will you marry me?
There it was, plain as day. A verse so steeped in nuptial goodness I could hardly read it without a swatch of tulle hanging from my head–the verse that encouraged me to have an impromptu wedding ceremony as I flew to the Peruvian Amazon for the first time.
I was a new missionary, still somewhat disappointed that I wasn’t beginning that new chapter with a husband. Then I realized that wasn’t true! I was beginning that journey with a husband, and not just in an allegorical sense.
Here comes the bride!
I was dead serious. With a ring I bought from a gift shop in Panama during my layover, my Bible, and my vows, I declared myself the bride of Christ so definitively that I knew any earthly mate God might one day give would have to understand he was my second husband, and that the first one wasn’t going away.
What God hath joined together . . .
I was a happy wife, until somewhere along the way the fact of my husband being your husband, and her husband, and the husband of all who read Isaiah 54:5, became a little unsettling.
And pardon the revisiting of my New York City roots, but didn’t that make God a two-timer? And a two-timer a zillion times over?
I wanted exclusivity.
And yes, though I knew God was big enough to handle me and anyone else in the universe, there was something bittersweet and polygamous about having to share my intimate partner with every Tallulah, Jane, and Ally.
Then God settled my angst.
He loves me!
One night in the stark darkness of the jungle, though I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, I noticed the sky was especially clear and bright. I was amazed at the sheer beauty and expanse of what lay overhead, and I said so out loud to God. A moment later, one of the stars suddenly shone brighter than all the rest as it shimmied its way apart from the others, then back again. It was as if God Himself winked at me and said, “Oh, if you like that, you haven’t seen anything yet!”
He knew exactly how to lift my heart, because He knew my heart.
He knew me.
Suddenly, I didn’t care about Tallulah, Jane, or Ally, because I knew no other soul in the universe had my particular relationship with my Savior.
And I had my exclusivity.