Sister Joy was a devoted member of her church, well-known for her passion for the things of God. She loved attending weekly services, leading prayers, and encouraging the youth ministry. Everyone admired her zeal and commitment. Yet, there was one part of her life that always brought whispers and questions—her single status.
At 28, Joy was still unmarried. Many of her friends were already mothers, some with two or three children, but she remained patiently waiting. Or at least, that’s what she told people. In truth, Joy wasn’t just “waiting on God.” She was waiting on her own conditions.
One sunny afternoon, as Joy walked home from church, she noticed a mother and her little girl crossing the street. The child couldn’t have been older than three, with curly hair tied in ribbons and eyes that sparkled like diamonds. She laughed loudly as she skipped beside her mother, filling the air with innocence and joy.
Joy’s heart melted instantly. She stopped, placed her hand on her chest, and whispered with excitement:
“Oh, my ovaries!”
The words slipped out before she could hold them back.
Unable to resist, Joy walked over to the little girl. “Hello, sweetheart. How are you?” she asked, squatting down with a wide smile.
“I’m fine, ma,” the child replied shyly, hiding behind her mother.
“She’s beautiful,” Joy said in admiration.
The girl’s mother chuckled. “Yes, she takes after her father.”
As Joy continued her walk home, her mind began racing. She imagined her future children—perfectly cute, just like the little girl she had just seen.
But in her imagination, the man standing beside her wasn’t just any man. He had to be tall, light-skinned, with fine hair, charming eyes, and a perfect smile. Joy convinced herself that only such a man could give her “adorable babies.”
And so, every time she saw a handsome child, she muttered, “Oh, my ovaries!”
In church, several brothers had approached Joy with genuine intentions. Some were prayerful, committed, and even admired by the pastors. But Joy had turned them all down.
One brother was kind and generous, but not tall enough. Another was spiritual and hardworking, but his skin wasn’t light enough. A third was handsome, but not the “hairy type” she always dreamed of.
Joy’s friends often asked, “Sister Joy, what exactly are you waiting for?”
She would laugh it off and say, “I know what I want. God will give me my dream man.”
But deep inside, Joy wasn’t seeking God’s will. She was chasing an image.
That evening, after the encounter with the little girl, Joy sat by her window reflecting. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson.
As she replayed the day in her mind, a gentle whisper stirred in her spirit:
“Is beauty all that matters?”
Joy froze. The question struck her deeply. She thought of her long list of conditions—the tall height, fair skin, handsome face, and fine features. But she had never once prayed about the man’s heart, character, or walk with God.
For the first time, she asked herself difficult questions:
Would this “perfect man” be faithful?
Would he pray with her?
Would he raise their children in God’s fear?
Would he be humble, kind, and responsible?
Tears welled in her eyes. She realized she had been blinded by outward beauty.
Joy picked up her Bible and opened to Psalm 139:14: “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
She sighed deeply. Children are not “manufactured” by human beauty. They are gifts from God. And no matter how handsome a man might be, only God can bless a family with peace, love, and healthy children.
That night, Joy prayed differently. She whispered, “Lord, not my will, but Yours. I don’t just want a handsome man, I want a godly husband. Give me a man after Your heart, who will love me and lead me closer to You.”
From that day on, her words changed. Whenever she saw a cute child, instead of shouting “Oh, my ovaries!” she would smile and say, “Lord, let Your will be done in my life.”
This story of Sister Joy teaches us an important truth about Christian marriage. Many singles focus only on outward beauty, physical attraction, or worldly standards, forgetting that true love is rooted in God’s will.
Beauty fades, but godly character lasts forever.
Handsomeness cannot raise godly children—only grace, prayer, and faith can.
God knows the perfect partner who will not just please your eyes but also bless your destiny.
Marriage is not about looks. It is about purpose, destiny, and God’s choice.
✨ Final Word:
To every Christian single waiting for love—don’t be carried away by “dream man” fantasies. Ask God for His will, because the best marriage is not built on outward appearance but on faith, character, and purpose.
🙏 Question for You:
If you were in Sister Joy’s shoes, what would you choose—your “dream list” or God’s perfect will? Share your thoughts in the comments.
Anna
August 18, 2025 at 3:57 pm
Wow