Dear diary,

Freeman and I are two people who lived in two different worlds, had little to no mutual friends, and yet somehow still met in a very divine and unexpected way. This could only be God.

On 17th April 2023, I prayed for my future husband and felt moved to make a list describing the kind of man I wanted to marry. At first, I refused because I did not want to limit myself to a list. The thought persisted until I finally gave in the next day. On 18th April, I wrote in you, dear diary, about the kind of person I hoped my husband would be, and I eventually found that man.

Later that year, I moved to Accra to stay with my aunty and her husband for my sixth year clinicals. I was born and raised in Sunyani, so I was looking for an Assemblies of God church now that I was in Accra. My cousin showed me More Than Conquerors A/G because it was the route he remembered best. I still remember him joking that my husband might be in that church, and I told him we don't go to church to find husbands but to get closer to God (I should have listened to my prophetic brother).

The first Sunday I went to MTC was Senior Pastor's Appreciation Day, and that was the first day I saw Freeman. So basically, I met him in church. He was (and still is) my Sunday School teacher. We became friends through Sunday School, although we did not talk much. I really admired the way he taught the Bible and that admiration slowly became a crush, which I kept praying against because, in my mind, we don't come to church to find husbands. Apparently, he was also crushing on me, but I had no idea.

In January 2024, I began the new year with fasting and prayer, bringing my relationship status before God. I promised Him that I would not idolize marriage and that I would remain single, even until fifty, unless I met the person He had truly chosen for me. My biggest fear, one I know many people understand, was settling for a relationship built on “I will manage them like that.” I know in my heart that I cannot live that way, and I thank God for making that clear to me.

Long story short, I did not have to wait until fifty. If I had, you would not be reading this in 2025. Freeman and I started talking more than we ever had before. We spent hours on the phone, we were so gone, and it was very clear that we liked each other.

I still needed my own kind of two-factor authentication because attraction and feelings are not enough when choosing a life partner. You know that quote on social media that says God responds quickly to the prayer, “If this person is not good for me, please end it”? That was the prayer I started praying because I cannot willingly enter any affliction. When nothing seemed to change, I asked God to show me in a dream why I should end things, but instead I dreamt about why I should not.

Physically, I heard from Freeman’s own lips why I should not end it. I saw, through his actions, the reasons I should stay. And I felt a deep, overwhelming peace that I had never experienced before. That was enough for me.

In March 2024, he asked me out. I said yes because I knew our connection was both divine and peaceful. I had prayed about it, and I knew in my heart that I could move forward. Most importantly, I really, really liked him, and I still like him and love him. I am confident this is the best decision I have ever made by God’s grace, and I trust He will give us even more grace for the forever journey ahead.

We met each other’s families, and the rest is history. We have chosen each other for a lifetime. We are getting married soon and my heart is fuller than it's ever been.

This is the summarized version. If you want more for your itchy eyes (or ears) send momo 😉

With love,
Akosua