Kimberly cried herself to sleep that night. she had finally met Khan but he wasn’t her spec.
I’d been looking forward to that evening for weeks. We’d talked for months, voice notes, prayers, even midnight Bible chats. Khan seemed like everything I’d prayed for. He called himself a Christian, said he ran his own business, and always knew just the right verse to text when I was feeling low.
So when we agreed to meet in person, I put on my best dress, touched up my makeup, and whispered a quick prayer: Lord, let this be it. Let him be the one.
Then I saw him walk in.
My heart didn’t skip a beat. It sank.
He was tall, yes, but rough-looking. His beard unkempt, his jeans hanging too low, chains swinging around his neck. He wore a baseball cap indoors and looked more like someone off the street than the faith-filled man I’d imagined. He glanced around, spotted me, and walked over with a lazy swagger.
The moment I set my eyes on him, I knew he wasn’t the one.
He didn’t even greet me properly, just gave me a nod and dropped into the seat opposite me. No flowers, no compliment, no effort.
The waiter came over with menus. Before I could say a word, Khan said, “Double whisky. Neat.”
I looked up, surprised. “Oh… okay.”
He laughed and added, “Don’t worry, I can handle my drink. Jesus turned water into wine, right?”
I smiled awkwardly, but inside, I felt a sharp disappointment. Not because he ordered alcohol but because he used Scripture to justify it like it was a joke. I’m not against wine, but I am against twisting the Word for convenience.
As dinner went on, it only got worse.
Khan talked and talked about his money, his hustle, the girls who had “wasted his time.” When I mentioned the Bible study group I lead or how I’m trying to grow closer to God this season, he barely listened.
He checked his phone three times.
He made a comment about my “church girl energy.”
And then he said, “So, how soon do you want to get married? You’re not getting any younger, are you?”
I stared at him, stunned. My food was barely touched. I excused myself to the toilet but instead, I walked straight out of the restaurant, into the night. I wanted to get married but not desperate.
I cried myself to sleep that night. I had finally met Khan but he wasn’t my spec.
Not just physically, but spiritually. His energy, his mindset, even his presence it all clashed with what I’d been praying for. I was disappointed, yes, but more than that, I felt like God had allowed me to see the truth early.
The next morning, I sat on the edge of my bed, Bible in hand. It opened right to Jeremiah 29:11:
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you,” says the Lord, “thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
Tears filled my eyes but this time, it wasn’t heartbreak. It was peace.
God hadn’t failed me. He’d protected me. He showed me, from the moment Khan walked in, that this wasn’t it. That the man I’d imagined in my head wasn’t the one He had in mind for my heart.
Later that week, I shared the story with the girls in my women’s bible study group. We laughed, but there was healing too. Because sometimes, love doesn’t come with butterflies and fireworks. Sometimes, it starts with a clear no and the courage to walk away.
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