God’s Perspective
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not my ways,” says Yahweh. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”(Isa 55:8-9 WEB)
When God brought Kurt into my life, I had no idea we were meant to be together. I was only nineteen, struggling with superficial appearances, searching for stability and protection. Having already become a mother, I could not afford the luxury of immature dreams and fantasies. I hoped that the man I chose would provide my child with a safe environment to grow up in. My mother’s relentless pursuit of love had dragged my younger sister and me into dangerous situations. Nothing was too great a sacrifice for her emotional needs—not even the sanctity of my body. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for, but I was determined not to let my daughter become another sacrifice.
So, when I first met Kurt, I was not impressed. He wore mismatched Converse shoes and had a bandana on his head, which definitely wasn’t my type. I met him at Dave’s house, and I knew Dave through my mother; he was an older man who still considered himself a hippie. I only went to Dave’s because I was bored and looking for something to occupy my time after recently breaking up with my boyfriend Terry from the U.S. Air Force.
As I chatted with everyone in the room, I noticed Kurt sitting on the couch, silently watching me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable. I shook it off and continued making plans with Dave for the Fourth of July. As I got up to leave, Kurt followed us outside, still watching me intently, and told me he would also be at Dave’s house when I returned.
On the Fourth of July, we piled into cars to see the fireworks display at Trinity Park in Fort Worth, Texas. Kurt jumped into my vehicle, and we instantly started bickering. Some other guys in the car tried to impress me, but Kurt did not. He said, “I can’t see any woman making me happy for the rest of my life.” I replied, “I can’t see any woman wanting to.”
Later that night, Dave gave me a hallucinogenic drug that I found very unpleasant. Kurt helped me leave Dave’s place, took me to his apartment, pulled out his guitar, and began sharing some of his music with me. He didn’t make a move on me that night, which I found odd. We started talking as friends on the phone, and he even helped me move into my new apartment, where he met my daughter, Maurie. I could see how comfortable she was with Kurt, and I began to wonder if I had misjudged him.
Our relationship developed rapidly, but we hit a wall when Kurt told me he didn’t believe in God. My response was unkind; I think I lashed out because I had taken a risk and felt foolish. The crowd we both hung out with was vocal about their belief that I had chosen wrong, which annoyed me. I was curious to know if there was more to Kurt than met the eye, so I decided to talk to him and try to understand his reasons for not believing in God.
As Kurt explained his stance, my heart broke for him. I shared some of my past, and I could see the same compassion in him for me. Both Kurt and I had been hurt deeply by the people who were supposed to love and protect us. It wasn’t easy for us to learn how to walk in love with one another when neither of us truly understood what love was. We went through many ups and downs, but God entered our relationship through the birth of our son. That’s when the healing began.
Kurt developed a deep need to understand God and how His truth should be applied to the lives of people of faith. Conversely, I realized how challenging it was for wounded individuals to grasp the concept of God’s love. We both view the same Creator from different perspectives, but those perspectives aim for healing and restoration—bringing the created back to the Creator—the children back to the Father.
We have been together for thirty-six years, and I love my husband. He has protected, provided for, and loved me when no one other than God could. It’s incredible to think that we met at an old hippie’s house named Dave, and I initially thought he wasn’t my type.
