It was the night before our traditional wedding. I fell into the big and soft hotel bed, exhausted and tired from decorating, organizing, and rehearsing the dance for the big day tomorrow. Listening to the soothing sound of my mum snoring and fast asleep right next to me, I found myself tossing and turning all night. As tired as I was it was this one thought that kept me up that night, this one sentence that echoed in my spirit: " You're not a trophy wife! You've got to work and you have to work hard."
While Emmanuel was out with his Swedish crew, discovering Hamburg with his boys, having what you could call his bachelor's night fit for a church boy, God kept me up. And this is one thing I love about God. He never sends me into new territories unarmed and unprepared. He provides the tools and the wisdom that I need wherever He sends me to. In life, in ministry, and now in marriage.
If you would have known me 10 years ago you would know that being a trophy wife is all I ever really wanted to be. Oh yes! I'm so serious. I had a very well-thought-through plan and idea of the good-looking, thick and tall American football player that I wanted to marry and the kind of life we would live. I've watched enough basketball wives and real housewives of Atlanta to see the beautiful houses, the luxury cars, the constantly made-up nails, hair, and makeup to decide for myself as a 17-year-old girl that this is what I want for my future.
