Why I Married in My 20s—and Don’t Regret It
February 16, 2022
In the fall of 2003, I stepped onto the campus of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill with a plan—and it didn’t involve finding a husband. In fact, I was intent on not dating during my freshman year. My time and attention would be better spent on other things, I reasoned. I would focus on my studies, find Christian community, and engage in campus life.
So when I met a handsome and intriguing young man at an InterVarsity Christian Fellowship small group, I tried to brush off the thought that I really enjoyed talking with him about our many shared interests. A couple of months later when he invited me to a semiformal, I reluctantly agreed. It turned out to be a delightful evening. But afterward I lay in bed unable to sleep, so I started to pray. I told the Lord I would not marry Will Brisley.
