Last night, my oldest daughter revealed to me:
“Mamam, there are a lot of people who don’t believe in God.
I think it’s going to be very hard to find a boy who loves God.”
Emma is not boy crazy at all. At seven, hopefully it’s not even on her radar, but like most little girls, she observes the dynamics between her dad and me, wanting to follow my footsteps eventually in becoming a wife and mother. She once asked me who she should marry, ever since she was four years old. I always told her my two main criteria.
- That he should love God above everything
- That he should love her above himself
I gave her examples of her dad, how he loves me and how it manifests, how he sacrifices for it. I also told her, as much as possible, to find someone like her dad.
Anyways, going back to her initial comment about not finding someone who loves God, I told her for the very first time not to worry about it because God’s already preparing him for her even if she won’t know who he is for a very long time. She was in a calm surprise, but like a typical Emma-ism, I know she trusts the promise. Her faith is so big. She always looks to the future with hope.
