The girl who said she wanted a 'pastor' husband is now dating a bricklayer

My sister called me last night, her voice small small. She said, 'Emeka, you remember Chidinma? The one we prayed for together after her breakup with that banker?' I said yes. She said the same Chidinma is now dating the bricklayer working on her family's new house in Awkunanaw.

I laughed until my stomach hurt. Not because of the bricklayer, my brother, I respect every honest work. But because Chidinma was the girl who told our youth group that God showed her she would marry a pastor. She fasted for three days. She wrote down her 'Boaz list' with ten qualifications. The bricklayer has zero of those things. But she says he makes her laugh, he carries her bag when they walk, and he calls her every morning to pray with him.

Look at it this way. Sometimes we pray so hard for what we think we need that we miss what God is already placing in front of us. Our people say, 'If you want to hide something from a person, put it inside their hand.' The thing about life is, God is not a vending machine. You don't insert a prayer and get exactly what you ordered. Sometimes he gives you the opposite of your list because your list was wrong.