Shannon here: Mesu Andrews shares how she met her husband & how she met her savior, plus a chance to win an e-book copy of her Historical Romance title, By the Waters of Babylon. Deadline: Aug 4th, 11:59 pm central time. Here’s Mesu:
3 Things I Learned About the God of Romance by Mesu Andrews
My third-grade boyfriend gave me a Valentine’s Day heart box only half-full of chocolates. “Where’s the rest?” I said in a less-than-thankful tone. In typical Garden of Eden style, the boy blamed his accomplice. His new friend, Roy, had convinced him they could eat half the candy and spread the rest out to look like the box was still full.
I hated the new boy, Roy Andrews, for a long time after that.
The red-headed, freckle-faced boy grew into quite an athlete and became the class clown. He had a crush on my best friend, Joni, and I liked his best friend, Brian. The four of us hung out a lot during the summer between seventh and eighth grade. Went to ballgames. The county fair. The city pool. But during our freshman year of high school, I gave my heart to a guy in a relationship that lasted into our sophomore year of college. It was serious—or so I thought—until he decided it was over.
I’d started drinking heavily when I was sixteen. Jack Daniels mostly. Almost everyday—even when I was alone. Few people knew. When my long-term love rejected me, I felt I had no reason to live and the drinking increased. All my plans for a future included him. All my hopes and dreams needed a “him” to come true.
I’d been drowning my sorrows in whiskey for a week when my best friend Joni called to invite me to a football game with her and Brian, the guy I’d liked back in seventh grade. (How’s that for a twist?) They were now engaged and wanted to cheer me up, so she suggested our high school friend, Roy Andrews, come along. He’d returned to Indiana after his freshman year at some Christian college in Texas.
“I’ve heard he’s a little weird,” she warned. “He went down there and got religion, but he still likes football.”
I thought, Surely, one night with a friendly religious freak was better than another night alone. How bad could a little religion be? I’d been raised in a house with a Charismatic mom and a Quaker dad. So our double-date was set.
I knew Roy was different when he showed up for the football game in a tie. The foul-mouthed, hot-tempered jock I’d been close friends with since junior high was a perfect gentleman all night. I couldn’t even cuss without feeling awkward, and I was dying for a cigarette.
By the end of the evening, I’d had enough. “Drop the act,” I said. “Your holier-than-thou shtick is annoying.”
“This is who I am now.” The clarity in his eyes unnerved me. “Jesus did this.”
Huh. I’d heard religious arguments before, but his sparsely-worded approach intrigued me. He asked me out for a second date, and I accepted just to see if he could pull off his act again. He did. And by the third date, I was convinced it wasn’t an act. The Jesus that had changed Roy was different than the One I’d witnessed during my family’s arguing and screaming. Roy’s Jesus had changed him from the inside out. Without giving me a lecture or even opening his Bible, Roy had convinced me God was real.
Within a month of my break-up, Roy knelt with me on my parents’ living room floor and led me through a simple prayer in which I confessed my sin, asked for God’s help to change, and accepted His authority over my life. The next morning, I poured my Jack Daniels down the sink, tossed my cigarettes, and told my parents I’d discovered the real Jesus, who would walk with me through whatever life brought my way.
Three months later, Roy presented me with a full box of Valentine’s Day chocolates—and let me pick out my favorites. Three months after that, we were married. Lots of our friends thought I married him on the rebound, but thirty-four years later, I can assure you our love is as real as the Jesus who brought us together.
Here are a few things I’ve learned about love and romance from the God who created them both:
- God loves plot twists.
- God’s timing is perfect.
- I’m convinced God created chocolate, and a man who values it is worth keeping.
About Mesu: Mesu and her husband, Roy, live in a log cabin snuggled into the beautiful Appalachian Mountains with their dog, Zeke. The Andrews’ have two married daughters and eight grandkids. Because of her deep understanding of and love for God’s Word, she brings the biblical world alive for her readers. In her most recent release, By the Waters of Babylon, Mesu captures the heart-rending emotion of Psalm 137 in a beautiful story of hope, faith, and enduring love.
About the book – By the Waters of Babylon:
When Babylon destroys Jerusalem, as Yahweh warned through his prophets, the captives’ bitterness and grief pours out in the Captives’ Psalm:
“[By the waters of Babylon] we sat as exiles, mourning our captivity, and wept with great love for Zion. Our music and mirth were no longer heard, only sadness. We hung up our harps on the willow trees.” (Psalm 137:1-2, The Passion Translation)
A young Israelite woman is among them, captured by a mercenary Scythian prince. Driven toward Babylon by both hatred and hope, she endures captivity to reunite with her husband.
But will he be there when she reaches Babylon? Will the prince risk the Scythian throne–and his life–to believe in the Hebrew God? Can they both find what they seek when they meet the prophet Ezekial. . . by the rivers of Babylon?
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Question for Readers: Is there someone you admire whose life and actions proclaim their faith louder than words? Who is it, and how has he/she impacted your life?
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