The rose has been claimed...

My life is finally beginning, I recently entered in to a courtship with one of my best friends. He fell right before me as imagined he would. I remember asking God to surprise me with who it may be. I wanted to walk right in to it with my eyes closed and I did. I recently reviewed one of my old journal post, recapping all the failed relationships and interests I've had. I recalled thinking that my husband would be someone of a different land and no one in the church. I recalled how I was interested in Joseph but said it would never happen because he is in love with another woman. I even said that God would have to make him single by the end of August for me to even give him a second look. Then out of nowhere he was contemplating leaving his current lady by August 1st. Then by August 15 he had left her. My jaw might as well have been broken because it hung open, wide enough for a waterfall to pass through. Then almost instantly I recalled a dream I had a few years prior to all of this. It was my wedding day and I was running around like a dog, trying to run as many errands as I could. I found myself running to the supermarket, the post office to buy stamps, the glasses store to try on frames (I don't even wear glasses) and everything else besides getting married. Then in my dream I was met by a lady who I believed was African and she said to me "You have to get ready!!" and I said "No, I still have so much to do" she then proceeded to grab my arm and hurry me to a car, I don't recall if I was driving or if she was but she drove me to the ceremony space. Then I remembered I didn't even get the dress, so we stopped at a dress shop and I purchased a gown, I think it was lace. Then all of a sudden my dream went from 3rd person or 1st person. I was walking down the isle and there were people I knew and people I didn't know. As I approached the front and pair of dark, heavy hands embraced mine. It appeared to be rough but was soft to the touch and then my dream ended. Then after the dream I went to school and in my first period class, engraved in the top right corner of the desk was the name Joseph with hearts going around it. That was enough evidence for me to at least consider the idea the he may be my husband. At first I was repulsed by the idea of spending the rest of my days with this man. I thought he was nothing but a brute that abandoned things when he didn't feel like attending to them (I'm as fragile as a rose on the inside), but I was terribly wrong. We spent a few nights together in the church, we talked and laughed and held each other till we fell asleep. This man has reached the deep, murky places in my heart and mind and has managed to provide some glimmer of light. He understands all my crazy outburst and all my quiet heartfelt emotions. He understands my need for space and my need to be held. He completes me in a way I still don't understand. He even enjoys getting coffee with me and sitting in a park at 2 in the morning. As some know I'm a INFP (if you're in to the Myers Briggs personality types) and Joseph is a INFJ, in my book we even complete each other personality wise.  I don't know how far we'll go together but I'm going to enjoy all the little moments we get to have.