Breezy had something on her heart that she wanted to share…and I love it. PLEASE read this!!
“The tide of social media is rising everyday. We’re being drowned by a culture where bigger is better and viral is best. We’re living for the likes, the shares, the re-Tweets and the re-Pins. What better evidence of this phenomenon amongst high school-age kids than the promposal?
If you’re like me, the idea of a promposal is completely insane. Every girl in my high school (whether she admitted it or not) just wanted to be asked! The marching band didn’t join in, costumes and banners were nowhere to be seen, and celebrity cameos weren’t involved.
Being asked to prom was a brief, shining moment when a guy put his heart in a girl’s hands and blurted out, “doyouwannagotopromwithme?” If she wanted to, she said yes. And that was it.
But that’s not it anymore. These days, a guy is under pressure to stage some kind of spectacle when asking that special someone to a dance. It sounds like a sweet thing to do. Most girls want to be on the receiving end of such a gratifying display of affection. Yet, there’s a major problem brewing just beneath the surface.
Promposals are distorting true love.
To be fair, I do not speak from experience. I can’t remember how my then-boyfriend asked me to prom. That’s how insignificant it was during prom season 2005. The only proposal I’ve received I do remember, however, with absolute clarity.
In 2006, when we were both 19 years old, my beloved took me out to dinner. When the time came, he got down on one knee with his grandmother’s ring in his pocket. He looked into my eyes as he took my hand and asked me to marry him. When I said yes, the three other people in the Pizza Hut clapped and whistled.
Did you catch that?
My husband asked me to marry him in a Pizza Hut while a trio of strangers looked up from their cheesy stuffed crusts.
A PIZZA HUT.
There are no pictures or videos of this. I’m pretty sure no one other than me and my husband remember it happened at all. When our little living room wedding followed that Pizza Hut proposal, my heart was completely satisfied. The only expectation I had for my wedding day was to be married by the end of the night. Any other wonderful things that came our way were just unexpected blessings.
I married my man for love—not for a Vine worthy proposal, or an Instagram ceremony, or a Pinterest inspired reception, or a Tweetable honeymoon. I can still say that it was the simplest and best decision I ever made.
After we said “I do”, months passed and we were at each other’s throats. With Jesus as the center of our relationship, we could always find our way back to just being those two kids who wanted a marriage more than a proposal, and a life together more than a wedding. When things went wrong, I didn’t have “the perfect proposal” or “the perfect wedding” to compare it to. The sweet things my new husband did for me stood on their own, not in the shadow of all the elaborate, extravagant, fantastical things he had done before.
Turns out, there is something to be said for having low expectations.
Are we watering down God’s intention for love by splashing it all over the internet, by measuring it’s worth by how many times strangers click on a little thumbs up icon? Ask the Lord to show you the dreams He put in your heart and how He wants you and your future husband to fulfill them.
If you decide to find joy in the simple moments—-like how thrilling it is when he holds your hand, how amazing his smile is, or how your heart soars when he prays with you and for you—you’ll be much more satisfied with God’s plan.
You and the things your sweetheart does for you are special, whether the internet knows about it or not.”