Accepting Marriage as an Act of Obediance

    I have read a lot of literature, Christian and secular, on men and women learning to live, love and dwell together.  I found them to be very useful when my husband and I were pursuing "courtship" and marriage.  I suppose they were most helpful in the conversation fodder that they offered.  They covered an extensive array of topics, but I don't recall much emphasis on marrying out of obedience.  I guess that takes a little of the romance away.
    This is something I've been thinking about, recently, as I am eagerly awaiting my husband's homecoming.  I have been spending a lot of time reflecting on the different stages of our relationship.  I guess this is because, in some ways, I am expecting to relive these stages.  As I think back to how we first met, fell in love, and then decided to marry, I recall the place God held in our journey.
     I said "decided to marry," but it didn't feel so much like a choice.  Instead, it was a response to what God was doing in the lives of Daniel and me.  I mean, we wanted marriage.  We really wanted to share our lives together and declare our vows before our family and friends, but I remember having this feeling.  It was like something bigger than us was directing our lives.  As cliché as this sounds, it really felt like we were acting out a movie.  In fact, when the topic of marriage first came up, Daniel was making an observation of how our relationship was growing into something and began the discussion of what to do if this "thing" kept going.  Before that, I remember having this other feeling when I was near Daniel.  It often felt like a voice (which, in my heart, I feel like it was God's voice directing this movie) telling me this is your husband.  It was like God had brought us together.

....Post stopped here...sorry it might seem incomplete.