My Own Love Story | Part Two
So Mason had just proposed to me in the stacks of Hale Library at Kansas State University after only 2 1/2 months of dating. We went to dinner at Coco Bolo's, the place of our first date, afterwards to celebrate. We were, of course, ecstatic.
I forgot to mention in the last blog that one of reasons that Mason decided to propose so quickly was due to something that happened to him before he ever talked to me while I was in Alaska. In June, he was over at his friend's house in Kansas. Together, they were praying and Mason told God that he was ready to meet his wife. He told God that he was tired of the endless string of girls that he would talk to for a couple of weeks and then the relationship would fizzle out as quick as it had began. He wanted to get married...and soon.
Then, God spoke to him and told Mason that he would soon meet his wife but he and his wife would have to be apart from each other for the first part of their relationship. They would have to get to know each other over long distance.
Well, when you get a vision like that from God and then it comes to pass less than a month later, you go with it. And we did, though we knew it seemed crazy to friends and family. I even had one friend tell me it was a bad idea because my frontal lobe was not fully developed (LOL, I still love you, friend).
You don't need a fully developed frontal lobe to get married, guys.
Anyway, back to our engagement. Things went swimmingly for a while and then, slowly, something crept over me. I had struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts during my senior year of high school and it was coming back. This was during my Acne Days. However, I know now that I wasn't depressed just because of my acne. I was depressed because I allowed Satan to completely and utterly steal my joy. He took what was supposed to be one of the most joyous times of my life and I let him make it a time of despair and captivity.
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy..." John 10:10
He attacked me and I let him...for months on end. I will always hate him for that. There is only one enemy, my friends. Your enemy is not your acne, your mean coworker, the people that disagree with you, your crappy car, etc. Satan was my only enemy during that time and I didn't realize it until it was too late.
Don't get me wrong. I certainly had joyful moments during that time of my life but it was not what it should have been.
But this is supposed to be a love story, right? Mason stood next to me the entire time. He prayed with me whenever I asked him to and even when I didn't ask. He told me that God told him that I would one day be happy and feel beautiful again. And he was right.
We got married on a chilly, overcast day in March at All Faiths Chapel on the campus of Kansas State University. It was the most perfect, happiest day of my life. And I loooove looking back on my wedding pictures taken by the talented Alyssa Marie Photography.
After our crazy honeymoon (Manhattan > Amarillo > Sante Fe > Colorado Springs in 5 days) we came back to Manhattan and I moved into Mason's apartment. He was out of the Army by then, having completed his contract. I wish I had pictures of that place. It was located on the campus of Manhattan Christian College and it used to be a dorm in the 1920's. It had two bedrooms, actual wood floors, and the tiniest kitchen you could ever imagine complete with a one-sided sink that was half the size of a normal side of a sink (does that make sense?). We lived on the top floor and our only other neighbors were a Mexican family next door and a Japanese family across the hall. This made for some...interesting cooking smells.
Within a month, Mason and I decided to move to Amarillo so he could move his recording studio here. We moved in May of 2013 and we've been here ever since. At first, I'll be honest, I hated it here. I had no job, no friends, no internet, no television. I did a lot of craft projects that first month or two. But I survived and now I don't want to leave...unless God calls me somewhere else.
Mason and I have been married for about 2 1/2 years and let me tell you, marriage is so challenging but so rewarding. If anyone tells you that their relationship is perfect, they're lying. Marriage. Is. Hard. But that's a blog post for another time and I promise I will tell you sometime about all of the wonderful mistakes I have made as a wife. There are probably enough for 20 blog posts.