I Prayed for My Wife for 13 Years: Here’s What I Learned About Love and God’s Timing

Ever wonder what your life would look like if every single ex you’ve ever had was still in it?

Yeah… me too.

Spoiler: it would’ve been chaos.

As I sit here writing this, married to the woman I prayed for over 13 years, I can’t help but look back at the winding road that brought me here. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t quick. And at times, I wondered if God was even listening.

But He was. And His timing? Perfect.

Let me take you on that journey—messy breakups, awkward crushes, and all.

The Bike Crash That Almost Changed Everything

As a kid, logic didn’t exist. One time, my friends and I crammed onto a single bicycle (three kids, one seat—don’t ask me how).

We sped down a slope, gravity took over, and—bam.

Pitch black.

When I woke up, the back tire was still spinning, one friend crying with a bloody leg, and somehow, I was fine.

That moment stuck with me. What if life had gone differently? What if I hadn’t walked away from that crash? Would I even be here to write this?

Little did I know life would hand me emotional crashes later—ones that hurt way more than scraped knees.

My 10-Year Crush (That Went Nowhere)

In primary school, there was her.

I crushed on her from 2002 to 2012. Ten years of quiet obsession.

I gave her my transport money once so she could buy chicken feet (a romantic gesture in my little 12-year-old brain). She gifted me a bootleg Usher CD at a class party. We even shared a shy baby kiss on a school trip.

I thought she’d be my wife someday.

Fast forward: we reconnected at university.
I finally confessed my feelings… via WhatsApp (because face-to-face? My introvert brain froze at the thought).

She never replied.

Ouch.

Praying for The One

By 2012, I was tired of dead ends. I decided to do something radical: I prayed every single day for my future wife.

I was specific too. I listed out everything I wanted: character, kindness, faith, ambition. And maybe—just maybe—someone patient enough to understand an introvert like me.

Then in 2016, I met someone.

She seemed perfect… for about a month. Turns out she wasn’t who she pretended to be.

Heartbreak #1.

In 2017, I met someone else—this time on Twitter (yes, Twitter). We dated for five years. I was sure she was the one.

Five days before my birthday, she dumped me.

Heartbreak #2.

The “Test” Before the Blessing

Months later, my first ex came back into my life. She was widowed with a child.

She apologised for how she treated me before.

As an introvert, reconnecting felt… safe. Comfortable.

I thought, maybe this is my second chance.

It wasn’t.

She hadn’t changed. I left after two months, this time for good.

When God Finally Said “Yes”

By 2023, I wondered if my prayer was misdirected. Maybe I wasn’t meant for love.

Then… I met her.

Not on Tinder. Not on Twitter. Not even in church.

On Facebook.

This time it felt different. She was kind, empathetic, and didn’t expect me to be “on” all the time.
She understood that sometimes, my silence didn’t mean disinterest—it just meant I felt safe enough to be myself.

She was the answer to the prayer I started 13 years earlier.

Why God Made Me Wait

Looking back, I understand now:

• The wait wasn’t punishment. It was preparation.

• The heartbreaks weren’t failures. They were lessons.

• The wrong people weren’t a waste of time. They were road signs pointing me to the right one.

If you’re still waiting for love, don’t lose hope. God’s timing is rarely early, never late, but always perfect.

Final Thoughts

I spent 13 years praying for my wife.
If I had given up at year 12, I’d have missed the greatest blessing of my life.

So here’s my advice:

• Pray boldly.
• Wait patiently.
• Don’t settle.

When it’s your time, you won’t have to force it.

God’s best is worth the wait.

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