Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! Here’s a few Points on Finding a Soulmate for you!

Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! Wait for God’s prince for you! Can you tell I have the movie “Cinderella” on my mind? Yes, I do! I know that line sounds cheesy, but don’t be uptight with dreams. Dreams can come true. “A dream is a wish your heart makes.” So, it is possible to find your soulmate.

I am so glad I left the “husband desire of my heart” to God. When you pray and wait on God’s timing, any “cheesy” thing is possible. Don’t keep God’s dreams for you in an airtight box. Open the boring box and let the dreams fly!

I know my Cinderella dream came true when I married my husband. Yesterday morning, I was so in awe when my husband brought me breakfast in bed. He said, “Wait! Don’t get up.” He swooped around the corner and swept me off my feet. He had a decorative display of apples laced with caramel. Coffee sat to the side with a dollop of whip cream. He dolloped my heart with love and my life with adoration.

Here are a few points on finding your dream soulmate:

1. I can’t stress enough ladies, wait on God. Do not settle for the ordinary. Wait for the extraordinary. He has the best for you. Wait with patience and focus on the Lord. Everything else will be added to you.

But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. - Matthew 6:33

2. Girls, if you had a good dad, a dad you could depend on, look for those qualities. My husband has many attributes my dad had. I wanted a man I could talk deeply and spiritually with. I wanted someone to lead and love with a Christian love. A true Christian man will love you with a genuine adoration.

3. Finally, be happy by yourself. Work on your soul, heart, and mind as God gets you ready for your Prince Charming. Read the Bible and find joy in God. Only true joy will come from the Lord. You can bring that cheer into your marriage. And, as they say, “Happily ever after.”

Do you want breakfast in bed? Who doesn’t? Well, give your love life to God. When married, serve one another and strive to be romantic. Work like Cinderella to make your dream marriage come true.

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