In our church, at the beginning of every quarter, our pastor would call anyone who desired marriage to step forward to be prayed for. I’ve been in this church for years, and I kept telling myself, “I haven’t seen anyone get married a year or two after they had been prayed for.”

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So I would stay stay out anytime he called for people to come forward. But deep down, I would stand in my place and recite every prayer point he asked those in front to recite. One Sunday afternoon, he called out as usual, and I don’t know what came over me, I ran to the front. Guess what, I was the only one that day who went forward.

The pastor said, “Where are the rest? Does it mean they are all married?”

He did things differently that day. He didn’t ask me to recite any special prayers. He placed his two hands over my head, prayed silently, and asked me to leave. I was embarrassed that I was the only one that day, but I took solace in the fact that I was before God, and I should not be ashamed.

That very Sunday, around 7 p.m., I had a call on my phone. The voice wasn’t familiar. I was nice and calm. I said, “Hello, who am I talking to?” It was a male voice. There was a smile and happiness in his voice. He said, “Oh, just guess. Maybe you’ll get it right.”

All my life, one of the things that annoys me the most is someone calling me and asking me to guess who they are. The annoying part was that this person’s voice didn’t sound familiar, so I quickly cut the call and didn’t answer his calls again.

When I was about to sleep, a little voice in my head said something that made me laugh: “How can you get a husband with this attitude? God will do His part, and you’ll drive him away with your bad attitude.”

I picked up my phone and looked at the number very well. I put the number into my MoMo app just to see if I knew the name. The name was Philip Andoh. All my life, I hadn’t known anyone with the name Philip, so I put the phone down and slept.

The call didn’t come again, but three days later, I had a text message from the same number. He mentioned his name and apologised for pulling my leg. He said, “Please pick up my calls. I’m sorry.”

I called him, and he wasn’t someone I knew. He said he got my number from Erica. I knew only one Erica, but she wasn’t my friend. We were in the same church, but we hardly talked. I called him a liar because Erica didn’t have my number. I asked him to be honest, and he said that was all the honesty he could offer.

So the next Sunday in church, I asked Erica if she had given my number to anyone. She said yes, and that she had also gotten my number from one of our mutual friends. I didn’t ask why, and she didn’t tell me why. The next time I called Philip, I asked him why, and he said he had been attending our church, had seen me, so he decided to get my number from Erica.

We talked often, and it felt good, so we met on a date. He came with a car whose battery was faulty. After the date, his car wouldn’t start. It was very late, and there was no way we could get anyone to help. I asked if I could push it, and he laughed at me. “What strength do you have to push a car?” he asked. Since we didn’t have anyone to help, I left him, went back to the store, and brought two guys to help. One went back and brought a battery to spark his car.

He called it embarrassing. I called it funny. The next time we were meeting, I asked him if his car had a good battery. Funny enough, the very first day he decided to give me a lift home, the car stopped midway. He said, “Today, we’ll sleep here.” It was also very late in the night.

He was not in a rush to get us out. While I looked around worried, he was calm as if nothing had happened. I asked, “Do you know something I don’t know? You’re too calm for my liking.” He answered, “Yes. I know I love you, but do you know?” I retorted, “Stop talking nonsense and let’s get this car out of here.” He said, “If you respond, I swear this car will move.”

I said, “I didn’t know you until you called my phone. What would make you go and get my number if it wasn’t for love?”

He looked deep into my eyes while he turned the ignition back on. He had intentionally stopped the car. From that day, we were lovers. We dated for four months until he asked me, “Has God ever answered a prayer for you?” I nodded. “Many times,” I responded.

He told me his first time in our church was when I went forward to be prayed for. He followed Erica to our church. It was her graduation thanksgiving, and she invited him. He said, “When you were walking back and laughing, you caught my heart, so I told Erica to do whatever it took to get your number for me, and she did.”

When he asked me to marry him, I asked if he had been praying about us. He said, “When I turned thirty, that was my prayer point. So you should know how long I’ve been praying for you.”

I took him to church to introduce him to our pastor and told him how we met. He said, “You’re the only couple who have come with a testimony. What happened to the rest?”

He prayed for us, and on November 22nd, 2025, we got married. Before he blessed our marriage, the pastor asked, “Do you remember this woman? She’s evidence that when you come before God with an open heart, He does for you what you desire.”

When the service was over, my husband said, “The pastor forgot one thing. Those who come to God should back their requests with a good attitude. Do you remember when you cut the call because I was trying to play with you small?”

We burst out laughing, and it’s been a journey of laughter and discovery for us. I know we have a long way to go, and I also know that the God who commissioned this union will see us through.

—Maame Yaa

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