I Thought I Understood What God Was Asking of Me

I remember the moment clearly.

Not because anything dramatic happened—
but because of how certain I felt.

We had just finished premarital counseling.
Everything felt settled.
Peaceful, even.

Like things were finally… in place.

And I remember thinking:

This is right.
This is happening.
This is good.

And then I heard it.

Not out loud.
Not in a way I could explain to anyone else.

But clearly enough that I didn’t question it.

“I wouldn’t have picked you for this if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

I knew exactly what it meant.

Or at least… I thought I did.

I took it as reassurance.
As confirmation.

That whatever was ahead of me—
I had been chosen for it.

And maybe that was true.

But not in the way I thought it was.

Because I think I understood the words…

I just didn’t understand what they would require.