Some love stories begin with a glance across a crowded room. Kristen started in her dreams. It was the spring of 2017 when she first felt a stirring deep in her chest that made a person think something big was about to happen. She didn’t know what it was, but she thought it. For over a decade, she had been single. Her faith had always been her anchor, and though she longed for marriage, she believed timing belonged to something bigger than her. So she prayed. She prayed for the impossible, the extraordinary, the love of her life, someone who would feel like a promise kept.
That spring, her prayers began to take shape most unexpectedly. A friend mentioned a man named Kyle, describing his kindness, patience, and gentle way with children. He even had a little boy who thought Kyle was Superman. But Kyle wasn’t available. He was in a relationship, so Kristen tucked the story away in her heart and moved on. Until one night, she dreamed about him.
It wasn’t a casual, fuzzy kind of dream. It was vivid, almost unsettling. She could see his face clearly, as if her mind had etched it there. The next night, she dreamed it again. Just Kyle’s face, again and again, until she woke up wondering why a man she didn’t know, who was already taken, was haunting her sleep. Months passed. Then July came, and with it, a weekend at the lake with friends. The water shimmered in the Tennessee sun, laughter filled the air, and she saw him as Kristen’s boat approached the dock. Kyle. The man from her dream. Her heart jumped, then retreated. She told herself it was nothing, just a coincidence. But when Kyle smiled, it was as if she’d been waiting for that moment her entire life. Still, she kept her guard up. Love had hurt before, and dreams could play tricks.
Kyle, on the other hand, felt something instantly. He had just exited a relationship and promised himself a year of singleness. But a friend told him that weekend, “You’re going to meet your wife today.” Kyle laughed it off until he saw Kristen standing on the dock. At first, she was polite but distant. He tried to talk to her, and she cut the conversation short. Still, something about her made him want to try again. Late one night, they finally sat down and talked for hours. When he went to bed, he dreamed he was at his wedding, standing by the water, waiting for his bride. Her name was Kristen.
A week later, they met for coffee. They talked for three hours straight, though it felt like five minutes. Kristen’s heart was cautious, but whenever she prayed about Kyle, she felt peace, like a whisper saying, “This is good. Keep going.” By August, that peace had turned into certainty. On the day of the solar eclipse, as sunlight and shadow danced across the world, the walls around her heart finally came down. She let herself love him. Their relationship bloomed quickly but felt steady, grounded in something far beyond chance. They laughed easily, and their families adored them together. Kristen found an old journal where she had written a list of qualities she prayed for in her future husband. When she reread it, she wept. Every line described Kyle.
By December, Kyle was ready. He planned a proposal filled with twinkling lights and family waiting in the shadows. Beneath the glow of Christmas, he knelt before her and asked the question that had been written in both their hearts long before they met. She said yes through tears. They married on May 5, 2018, exactly one year after she had prayed over that journal. Surrounded by friends and family, Kristen and Kyle held hands as tears streamed down their faces. It wasn’t sadness; it was awe. The love of her life, the man she first met in her dreams, stood before her as her husband.
That moment captured their entire story, faith, patience, and the quiet miracles that happen when we least expect them. Kristen often says their love reminds her that God’s timing is never late; it’s just perfectly mysterious. Every time she looks at Kyle, she remembers that dream and smiles. Sometimes, the love of your life really finds you, even in your sleep.
