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How I Met My Husband

How I Met My Husband
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The story of how I met my husband is pretty romantic. It’s also filled with divine providence. This is a true story …

In 2006, I moved to Dallas to serve as a pastor at Gateway Church. I was thrilled with my new path, and I passionately committed my time and attention to ministry.

After living in Texas for several months, I began imagining myself married and in love. Unlike most women, this was a new experience for me. I had always been career focused, and I wasn’t at all interested in dating. In fact, I hadn’t had a boyfriend in more than five years.

The months passed, and I started feeling anxious about marriage. I thought God might be preparing me for love, but I was scared. I didn’t want anything to distract me from my spiritual calling. I decided to pray.

In June 2007, I committed to 27 days of prayer directed toward my future. On the 27th night, I had a dream. The dream foretold of the man I would marry and the spiritual challenges we would conquer together. This confirmed my suspicion: God was indeed preparing me for marriage. With absolutely no prospects in sight, I waited. Each month, the desire for marriage grew and the waiting became more difficult.

The summer passed, and I flew to Orange County for Labor Day weekend. While there, I had an intimate conversation with my dad in which I shared my desire to be married. I asked him to pray for me.

The very next weekend, while preparing for his sermon at the Crystal Cathedral, my dad met Chris Wyatt. Chris was the interview guest that weekend for the Hour of Power broadcast. A former television executive, Chris was a new Christian convert who had recently moved to Dallas to attend seminary. While in seminary, he launched and it became a huge success. GodTube was the fastest growing website of 2007.

The moment my dad shook Chris’ hand, God told him, “You’re shaking the hand of your future son-in-law.” He later shared this with Donna and my brother Bobby under strict confidence. They kept the matter private, and never told me or Chris.

Following Chris’ televised interview, my dad and Donna visited with Chris and his parents. They encouraged Chris to call me upon his return to Dallas. Chris was too busy to date, and not interested in meeting me. But he felt obligated to call out of respect for my father.

Meanwhile, my parents called to tell me about my upcoming blind date. I was less than thrilled. When I told my dad to pray for my husband, a blind date was not what I had in mind.

As promised, Chris called me the following week. We felt equally obligated to appease my dad, so we agreed to meet for dinner on September 14, 2007. To our surprise, the date was amazing! We dined for 4 hours!

The moment I walked into the room, God told Chris that I was his future wife. (Chris did not share this experience with me until we were engaged.) Consequently, Chris knew instantly what took me only three dates to discover … this was my husband.

Nine months later, on June 7, 2008, we were married by my brother Bobby at the Crystal Cathedral.

About Angie Wyatt

Angie Schuller Wyatt is a pastor, counselor and author of the award-winning book "God and Boobs: Balancing Faith and Sexuality." She began her career as the spiritual director of Oral Roberts University before becoming an associate pastor of Freedom Ministry at Gateway Church. Schuller Wyatt is devoted to helping women recover their emotional and spiritual strength. She holds an M.A. in Marriage and Family Therapy, and a B.A. in Church Ministry. She is married to Chris Wyatt.
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