I’m a hopeless romantic. You probably know the type. I don’t enjoy a book or movie unless it has the proverbial happy ending. I appreciate it when hubby opens the door for me or holds out my chair at the table. Yes, I’m a hopeless romantic married to my soul mate…or maybe not.

How do you know if your spouse is your soul mate? Is it even possible to marry a soul mate? Worse, what if you meet your soul mate after you marry someone else?

I love my husband, but giving him the responsibility of being my soul mate is a burden no one should bear. Soul mate implies that his soul completes mine. That he is the only one capable of making me happy.

It sets him up for failure. Just as it sets me up for failure to be called his soul mate.

I do have a soul mate, but it’s not my husband…at least not my earthly husband. I, along with every other Christian, am betrothed to the One who truly is my Soul mate. The apostle Paul described this in his letter to the Corinthian believers:

“For I am jealous for you with the jealousy of God himself. I promised you as a pure bride to one husband—Christ” (II Corinthians 11:2 NLT).

Someday, I will join my Soul mate in a glorious marriage celebration:

“Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready” (Revelation 19:7 ESV).

Until then, I’m grateful for the blessing I have in the husband I have. I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else on earth. Today is our anniversary. For 37 years he has loved me unconditionally…a living illustration of the love of my eternal Soul mate. It doesn’t get any better than this. Now…and for all eternity.