Praying For A Future Spouse Novels & Stories

The priest asked staring at Keir. "I do," Keir responded without hesitation like he had been wanting to say those two words for as long as he could remember, the more he stared into her eyes through the veil, the more he could see his future with her in it and he just couldn't wait. "Do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked looking at Octavia this time around.

As I passed the staircase, I noticed a faint sliver of light seeping out from the attic door. I hesitated, then walked over. The moment I pushed the door open, I froze. Charlie was kneeling before a small Buddhist altar. His back was straight, posture reverent beyond belief. In a low voice, he murmured, "Merciful God, please bless me with a daughter. If my wish is granted, I vow to rebuild your temple and recast your golden statue." I stood there, stunned. Did he get it backwards? Were we not hoping for a son? However, the devotion in his voice, the earnestness in his expression–none of it looked fake.

His hands grabbed my tits through my t-shirt, squeezing hard enough to hurt. “Fuck, that dress tonight drove me crazy,” he muttered against my mouth. “You finally stopped acting like a prude. Time to give it up.” His hand shoved between my legs. Rubbed over my shorts. I was still wet from earlier. He took it the wrong way. “Yeah. There we go. My girl’s finally ready.” “Luca, stop.” I pushed at his chest. “Not tonight. I’m exhausted from the meeting.” He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. Heavy. Strong. “Come on, Zara. We’re getting married in weeks. Stop playing games.”

It's the same for Iris which is why I'm confident she can thrive. As I prepare to marry Killian my heart is full. My life is happy. I feel blessed. I'm excited to see what the future brings for us all. My hope and prayer is that the darkness is over and light will no prevail. I'm ready to marry Killian. Ready to rule by his side. Ready to raise our family together. This little one is the first of many children I'm sure. The future is bright and for that I'm grateful

My salary is not much, but it's fine, it's still a supplement to my allowance. Actually, many people have told me that I have made helping other people a habit. What will I gain if I help for nothing? I also thought they had a point, so I went to church and prayed to God. "Lord, I am a good person, but why is there still no love life coming to me? I have done a lot of good will to you, maybe you want to give me a strong, handsome and yummy man. The one who is not a cheater but romantic. And I hope you give me signs, if the person you intended for me is already in front of me or next to me." I opened my eyes for a moment and looked around. I continued to pray again and closed my eyes.

As for her and Gerald's relationship, Ariana believed that it would unfold with time. She could only pray that, by validating her intentions with this marriage, God would assist her. If indeed Gerald was the right husband for her, a man who would be a caring partner and bring her both worldly and emotional happiness, then she prayed for all their matters to be eased. But if Gerald wasn't meant for her, then she could only pray that God would pave the best path for her and their future relationship.

With reverence, they knelt down and prayed to the Moon goddess, who was said to bless couples with fertility and children. "Dear Moon goddess," Louis whispered, his voice filled with hope. "We humbly ask for your blessings. May you grant us the gift of a child, that our love may be complete and flourish for generations to come." Anna's voice joined his, their words mingling in the sacred space. "Moon goddess, we offer our gratitude for the love we have found in each other. We pray that you shower us with your grace and grant our deepest desire." They rose from their prayers, their hearts filled with faith and anticipation. The future lay before them, and they were ready to face it together,

A future where we can finally, truly be together. Please let this work, I pray silently. Please.

Then they hung up. She couldn't sleep, she was pinching herself; pain reminded her that she was not dreaming. She knelt on the floor and thanked the Lord for fulfilling the desires of her heart. Also, she prayed for her future husband, Mr Johnson, and James. She asked the Lord for protection against Mr Johnson's ex-wife." Mr Johnson went to his son's apartment to tell him good news. He forgot to bring his keys. He knocked on the door; James was surprised to see his father and said, "Hello Dad, how was the dedication ceremony?"

He took a deep breath. "So, kneeling here, with everything we’ve been through behind us, and everything we can build ahead of us… I want to make sure there are no more ‘wrong turns,’ no more 'lost ways.' I want to make sure we are forever on the same path, walking it together. Sarah, you are my past, my present, and my future. You are my home. Will you marry me, and make sure I never have to face another day without you again?"