Thursday, March 14, 2013

My Wife Zsuzsa - Part 6

The next morning, she still had not told me that she was saved. We headed out for another fun day together, and about halfway through the day, she finally told me. This was, of course, the best news I had ever heard. Before she was saved, I was trying not to develop strong feelings for her because I never for one second would have thought of becoming romantically involved with a girl who was not saved. Now that she was saved, I allowed my feelings to be unshackled, and I very quickly was madly in love with her. Thankfully the feelings were mutual.

Day after day, we continued going to all the places on the list that I mentioned in a previous post and spending every waking moment together, only separated by night. Sometime during that week we went by my sister Raani's house where we made a plan to meet her, her husband, and their two children, on a camping trip that they were taking to Lake Comanche that Friday night. Once again, within 10 minutes of arriving at Raani's house, Zsuzsa was climbing to the top of a tree in her backyard.

Starting the day after she got saved, I had her read her Bible every morning starting in the book of John. That Bible I had mailed her for Christmas back when she was in Germany was finally getting some action! An interesting thing to note is that after she was saved she instantly understood the Bible. In the past, she had tried reading the Bible before, and it made no sense to her. She had even tried reading John 1 in the past, and she didn't understand it, which is why she immediately quit reading it. "But the natural man receiveth not the things of the spirit of God: for they are foolishness unto him: neither can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned." - 1 Corinthians 2:14 Now that she was saved, however, I would talk to her about what she read each morning, and it was clear that she understood it. The Holy Spirit had moved in.

Zsuzsa was definitely fitting in well with my family also. We saw my parents everyday morning and night, and it was very clear from the beginning that they really liked her. Everyone loved her British accent also (Believe it or not, even though she spoke Hungarian until she was 8, and then German from 8 onward, she didn't have a German or Hungarian accent. She had a British accent because in Germany, she had been taught British English, and she had also spent a year in Britain). I thought her British accent and strange British vocabulary was very cute, but alas, after being in the US for awhile, it would eventually be completely gone. Now she speaks American English so perfectly that no one would guess that she was not born here.

We went to church again that Wednesday night and spent everyday going to a different fun place. Everyday was wonderful, and I was the happiest I had ever been in my life. We were like two peas in a pod. That Saturday (8 days after she arrived), we would be up at Lake Comanche where my sister Raani and her family were camping. That is when we had our first fight.

To be continued...

Raani's family around this time.


Anonymous said...

Question: Why would anyone care?

Anonymous said...

Well....I care. Jerk!

Anonymous said...

I care. keep the stories coming! Israel Flores from McAllen

Benoît Mussche said...

If you don't care don't read? I think it's an amazing story.