Fourteen years ago, Thanksgiving day was November 28, 1996. That was the day my dear husband, Scott and I were married.
My dad met Scott at Texas Baptist Institute-Seminary. Little did Scott know at the time that my Dad was sizing him up. He would come home from seminary telling me about Scott. Some of my dad’s favorite stories he would tell me of Scott was how Scott asked a question in class that my dad was afraid to ask. He would say, “Scott saved the day for me in class again.” I often wondered why my dad, a preacher, would be scared to ask a question in a classroom full of preachers. But he would come home and tell me about Scott. He would often tell me, “Just give me the word say, ‘Dad the word is given.’ and I’ll introduce y’all.”
I was a bit scared of the prospect of my dad’s introducing us. I thought I could find a guy by myself but I began to see that the guys in the community college I went to weren’t what I had on my list of what I wanted in a husband. I was just beginning to think that I would have to revise my list. I thought maybe there wasn’t a guy alive that could meet all my expectations. One day I came home and expressed my irritation over there not being any good prospects in college. My dad took that moment to bring up meeting Scott again. I finally said, “Alright, Dad, but I’ll only guarantee one date. If I don’t like him you’ll have to help me get out of it.”
Dad wrote my name down on the back of his business card. The next day in seminary he gave Scott the card and told him, “My daughter really wants to meet you.”
Scott was really surprised. When I asked Scott later what went through his mind when my dad handed him his card, he told me that he was a little surprised that someone wanted to meet him. He said that he knew my dad was nice that maybe I would be nice too.
A few days later he called and I was so glad that it was my dad that answered the phone. Scott was secretly glad too. He knew how to talk to my dad. Scott’s church had changed the day of their midweek services and so he wanted to visit our church that Wednesday night. My dad was the pastor of a small country church. He gave Scott instruction on how to get there. After service that night we had a date with Dad at Dairy Queen. My Dad and Scott sat at one table and talked, while my brother, sister, and I sat at the next table and listened.
It wasn’t love at first sight. I have always been a little wary of falling in love at first sight. But he met a few of the things on my list. I invited him to my college band concert. He brought a missionary from India and a missionary from Honduras. Then Easter Sunday my grandmother invited Scott to eat with our family at her house. I picked Scott up that day. We talked the whole drive to my grandmothers and the whole way back to his apartment. I remember getting home and telling my parents, “He talks! And not only that he listens too!” Two of the things I had on my list.
I have often been asked by women how to find a good guy. I had a list of high expectations for my future husband.
He had to love the Lord and put God first.
He had to be committed to going to church and be committed to taking our family to church. I wanted him to be the spiritual leader of our family.
He had to know his Bible well. (I always enjoyed discussing the Bible with my dad and wanted my husband to know what he believed and why.)