Praying for Love, Meeting My Mystery Man

For several months, I have been on a journey of fasting, praying and putting my faith in God to grant me a significant other. I ask Him to direct my attention to the right guy and therefore let our meeting happen. One of my prayers is always, "I don't want to recognize my future spouse just by sight. I want Him to come right up to me and speak!"

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One of these three-day-fasts, I totally surrendered my prayers to this purpose. The day after the fast, an interesting event occurred. I was at the train station at about 7:50 A.M.

I was waiting at the station, sitting so that my back was toward the people. I was thus enjoying the sight of the trees which I considered most beautiful. I never miss a chance to come closer to nature. While I was absorbed in viewing the trees, I suddenly got the impulse to turn around as if someone had called me.

I turned but did not see anyone trying to get my attention. There was a man whom I noticed but he was not looking at me; he was walking toward the escalator and I could only see his side view. He did not seem to be someone I knew thus I turned my face again to the trees. However, the feeling that had made me to look that way was still there.

When the boarding was announced, I was surprised to find that he was in the same carriage as me. And would you believe it? His heart was already coming towards mine. He was already sitting down when I got there. When I was passing by his seat, our gazes locked and I experienced a sensation of chemistry.

He got hints and cues from my just not so shy at all a smile, and he essentially gave the same response. We were tongue-tied, nevertheless, our faces spoke a lot. We were the only attendants in a row intended for six people, and fortunately, the stillness accompanying us gave the impression of the missing three seats.

I was certain of my positive feelings towards him, but I opted not to make any overtures of excitement. I was all for getting a calm and waiting for God to show the way. I reasoned that if things went on naturally in between us, it would be God's way of saying that it should be so.

A few hours into the trip, he propped his head on the table and fell asleep. I wish I could have the same, but my mind was very much awake.

All of a sudden, the train made a gradual halt and that jerked him out of his slumber. He inquired, "What's the matter? Is the train halting?"

I observed his rather dazed face and said, "I am as clueless as you are."

Once again, silence claimed the place between us.

The train was nearing its last stop when I uttered a prayer: "Heavenly Father, although we've had little interaction, if this man is destined for me, let him be the one to ask for my number." My feelings at that moment were as if I was made of stone, completely unfeeling.

Minutes later, we found ourselves at the last station. While I was the one getting off, my man of mystery was the first one to stand up and collect his things. Once he was through, he addressed me and said "Which bag is yours?"

I indicated the one I meant, and he said it was no more than a little lift to take it down when he helped me. "I saw you struggling to lift it," he commented. "Oh, so he noticed I'm weak," I thought.

As he brought my suitcase down, he made a request for my number. I did not think twice and cheerfully told him before he walked off.

That night, he sent a text message asking whether I reached home safely. I texted back a yes, and we had short talk. After this, the uncomfortable silence that had been there during our train ride came back to us for two weeks.

On the other hand, to my surprise, he texted again asking, "How have you been?"

I was very open with him, and he was also so with me, telling me what he was going through. The bonding was so easy thereafter, and silence was no longer a strange thing.

Every day, the same question came from him, "What are you up to?". For the next eight months, we were constantlyin touch, sharing our lives with each other. Though we did not meet, I was well aware of his struggles, and I would still pray for him when we spoke about them.

Meeting was sometimes a topic of our conversations, but every time something interfered, either my timetable or his health issues. However, our friendship gradually grew stronger. I was attracted to his every characteristic, which made it easy for us to be in touch with each other through our dialogues. I was under the impression that he felt the same way.

Though I never implied that he was keeping something from me, he nevertheless made a remark that caused me to think he was having an affair. My intention was to ask him, but I was not quite sure how to do it. He was getting ready for a trip around that time, so I opted to wait till he returned.

My thoughts were plagued during his absence, but he still paid me the courtesy of keeping me informed. When he was back, I had to let it out. So I put the question straightforwardly, "Are you seeing someone?"

At first, he tried to circumvent the issue, but later on, he confessed, "Yes, I’m in a romantic relationship. The topic never arose, hence I didn’t disclose it."

The revelation was akin to a dagger through my heart. The jolt of finding out he was already taken was too much to bear. I had been liking the person he was and it was not easy to acknowledge he was already one with another. But then, it was a matter of choice, I had to move on.

I think it was the most difficult decision I've ever encountered. Daily I felt his absence, with the bond we had developed over those eight months. We were in each other's prayers. Whenever he was going through tough times, he would say, "Please pray for me." Although I had ceased speaking to him, there was still a part of me that prayed for him.

At times, even if he is not explicitly included on my prayer list, my heart indeed has to bring him up. It has already been a year and some months since I found out the truth, yet I am still getting dreams, visions, and signs about him.

There was a time I felt like I was going to meet him in a new city for me. After doing a few transactions, I kind of noticed him, just as the feeling was.

Furthermore, I had dreams where we were living together, and he was being nice to me. One dream was about him introducing me to his mother, and another one was about him going to my father, who disapproved of the relationship but was very happy to see him.

My dreams have always been good and never bad. Not long ago, I was at a mountain for prayer, and the whole time I was there, I kept seeing this guy.

My fellow Christians, what can this mean? Why should the Lord keep giving me dreams and visions about a man who is already taken while I am praying for a life partner? I am really perplexed about the whole thing.

- Janet

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