Marriage has such a beautiful fairytale ring to it. In reality, finding a good husband scares single girls like me to death. However, there are three men in my life that give me hope that one day I will find a good husband, who will love me and lead me to Christ.

The first man that gives me hope that I will find a good husband is my brother. I may be a little biased, but my brother is a pretty solid guy (and single too). I can't believe I'm admitting this, but he is smarter than me, he has an awesome sense of humor, and he actually owns a bible. Don't get me wrong, my brother definitely knows how to have a good time, but every Sunday you can find him at mass nurturing his relationship with Jesus. When I need him, he is always there. He may give me a hard time about it because I'm his little sister, but our late night heart to hearts prove that there is genuine substance under that receding hair line. He knows how to love and care for the women already in his life, so I am confident that when the right one comes along, he will grab her hand and never hinder in leading her and their future children to Christ. I know my brother will make the best husband one day, so it gives me hope that there must be another guy out there from our generation, who will do the same for me.

The second man that gives me hope about finding a good husband is my daddy. I am so blessed to have a daddy that treats me like gold. He loves me more than life itself and never stops reminding me of this fact. When I ask him for something, he provides ten times more than what I asked for. My daddy cannot be outdone in generosity, except of course by God Himself. Out of all of the sporting events and academic banquets I've ever been involved with in my life, I can't think of time when my daddy hasn't been there bursting with pride supporting me. Just like my brother, you can always find my daddy in a pew on Sunday morning, and you can also find a rosary in his work pants pockets every weekday. My daddy gives me hope that if he can stay happily married to my mom for 29 years, then there must be another man among the 7 billion people in the world, who is willing to make that commitment to me.

Even though my brother and my daddy make a pretty convincing argument that there is hope for me to find a good husband, without my third man of hope I would probably be a little more inclined to join eHarmony or Christian Mingle. The third man, even though He is much more than a man, is God. He is my ultimate source of hope. Without God's hand at work, how on earth could two people live together for more than 50 years without killing each other? I'm convinced that marriages are successful only by the grace of God. No force of humanity alone could pair up millions of couples from across the world and actually make it work out and even flourish into beautiful marriages.

If God loved me enough to create me (even though He doesn't need me or anyone at all for that matter), to provide for me every single day, to forgive me when I inevitably fall, and to send His only Son to die for me then I think if it's in His will that my vocation is marriage, He already has the perfect man for me picked out. I trust that God is already molding my future husband's heart into a shape that perfectly complements mine.

With all this talk about marriage and my future husband, I do have to throw out a small disclaimer that there is also a chance that my vocation is not marriage. In which case, I am also confident that God will completely satisfy my heart even if He calls me to the single life or religious life.

Whatever You have planned for me God, I trust in You. Thank You for blessing me with hope from the two men closest to me. Thank You also for the hope I receive from You. Thank You for always coming through. Thank You for my future husband if He's part of Your plan. Thank You for Your perfect and holy will for my life. I love You Lord, and I trust You with all my heart.