Bryan

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• ความสูง: 6'1" / 186 cm
• น้ำหนัก: 190 lbs / 86 kg
• รูปร่าง: ผอมเพรียว
• ทรงผม: บลอนด์เข้ม, สั้น
• ดวงตา: น้ำเงิน
• เชื้อชาติ: ขาว/ฝรั่ง
• ราศี:: ธนู

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อัปเดตล่าสุด: September 21, 2026
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My Future Wife, Grace and peace to you in the precious name of our Lord Jesus Christ. I do not know your name yet. I do not know the sound of your laughter, the way you smile when you are trying not to laugh, the little things that make your heart happy, or what your hand will feel like when I finally get to hold it. But I know something about you already. You are someone I have prayed for. And perhaps somewhere, right now, you are praying for me too. As I write these words, I hold tightly to the promise of Proverbs 18:22: “He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.” I don't know when our paths will cross, and I don't know what road God will use to bring us together. But I trust that His timing is better than mine. Before I ever meet you, I want you to know my heart. My name is Bryan, and I am the fourth oldest of nine children. Growing up in a large family taught me lessons that I hope will someday make me a better husband. I learned patience, sacrifice, forgiveness, responsibility, and the importance of showing up for the people you love. I learned that love is not merely something we say. Love is something we do. It is staying when life becomes difficult. It is listening when words are hard to find. It is forgiving when pride tells us not to. It is holding someone's hand through a storm and reminding them that they don't have to walk through it alone. That is the kind of husband I want to become for you. I don't want to love you only when life is easy. I want to love you when we're laughing around the kitchen table, and when we're sitting quietly because neither of us knows what to say. I want to celebrate your victories, comfort you through your disappointments, pray with you through your fears, and remind you of your worth on the days when you forget it. I want to know your heart, not simply your appearance. I want to know your dreams, your fears, your favorite memories, the things that make you laugh until your stomach hurts, and the things you've never been able to tell anyone else. I want to be your husband, but I also want to be your best friend. I love the simple and beautiful things God has placed in this world. I love traveling, seeing mountains and oceans, standing beneath a sky full of stars, fishing beside quiet water, camping beneath the open heavens, and experiencing the incredible beauty of creation that declares the glory of God. “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.” Psalm 19:1. I enjoy movies, football, baseball, basketball, adventure, and spending time with friends and family. But someday, I hope my favorite adventures will be the ones I experience with you. Maybe we'll travel somewhere neither of us has ever been. Maybe we'll sit on a porch wrapped in blankets while the sun disappears beyond the fields. Maybe we'll get lost on a country road and laugh about it afterward. Maybe we'll spend an ordinary Saturday working in the garden, feeding animals, cooking dinner, and realizing that ordinary life with the right person can become extraordinary. Because one of my greatest dreams isn't simply to have a beautiful house. It's to build a beautiful life. I dream of one day owning a large ranch house surrounded by open fields and fertile land, where life is slower, simpler, and centered around faith, family, service, and gratitude. I picture gardens growing in the summer sun. Animals in the pastures. A kitchen filled with the smell of something cooking. A porch where we can sit together in the evening and watch the sunset. Children laughing. Family gathered around a table. Old stories being told. New memories being made. And perhaps, if God blesses us with them, little feet running through the grass. I don't want our home to merely be a place where we sleep. I want it to be a place where people feel safe. A place where the door is open, the table has room for one more, and nobody feels like a burden for needing somewhere to belong. Because there is another part of this dream that is deeply woven into my heart. I want our property to become a place of refuge and second chances for young people who have aged out of foster care. Too many young adults reach eighteen and suddenly discover that the system that raised them is no longer responsible for them. They are expected to become adults overnight, often without the family, guidance, resources, or support that so many others take for granted. I want us to be able to say to some of them: You are welcome here. You matter here. Your past does not determine your future. You are not forgotten. I imagine tiny homes scattered across the property, giving young adults a safe place to live while they learn how to build lives of their own. Not a handout. A hand up. We could teach them how to cook a meal, grow vegetables, balance a budget, maintain a home, care for animals, change the oil in a vehicle, show up for work, keep their word, and become the kind of people others can depend upon. But more importantly, I would want them to know that their lives have purpose. Through prayer, mentorship, patience, and example, I hope we could show them the love of Christ in ways that go beyond words. Maybe one day someone who entered our property believing they had been abandoned by the world will leave believing they have something worth building. And if we changed even one life, wouldn't that be worth everything? I also dream of our home becoming a place where generations remain connected. As our parents grow older, I don't want them to feel forgotten or pushed aside. I imagine one or two detached in-law suites where they could maintain their independence while remaining close enough for us to care for them. A place where an aging parent can still have privacy and dignity, but also hear familiar footsteps nearby. A place where we can share meals, stories, holidays, birthdays, ordinary afternoons, and the precious final chapters of life. I believe honoring those who came before us is part of building something that lasts. Perhaps someday our ranch will hold three or four generations beneath the same sky. Grandparents sharing wisdom. Parents raising children. Young adults finding their footing. And you and me, standing somewhere in the middle of it all, looking around and realizing that the life we once prayed for has become real. That is the legacy I want. Not fame. Not wealth. Not a name carved into a building. I want a legacy measured in people. Lives touched. Prayers answered. Meals shared. Hands held. Doors opened. Forgiveness offered. Children loved. Young adults given another chance. Parents cared for. And faith passed from one generation to the next. But before I can build that life with you, I know God has work to do in me. I don't claim to have everything figured out. I am still growing. Still learning. Still healing. Still becoming. Every day I ask God to make me into the man He wants me to be. I want to learn to lead without controlling. To protect without smothering. To provide without expecting praise. To speak with gentleness. To listen with compassion. To apologize when I'm wrong. To forgive when I'm hurt. And above everything else, to love you sacrificially. Ephesians 5:25 says, “Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her.” That verse reminds me that biblical marriage isn't about one person ruling over another. It is about two people surrendering themselves to God and learning how to love one another faithfully. I want our marriage to be built upon Christ. I want us to pray together. To worship together. To serve together. To laugh together. To dream together. And when life becomes difficult, I want us to remember that we aren't fighting against each other. We're standing beside each other. I want our home to be built upon the Rock described in Matthew 7:24, so that when storms come, we don't run from one another. We run toward God together. I pray Ecclesiastes 4:12 over our future: “A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.” You. Me. And Christ at the center. That is the marriage I desire. And even though I haven't met you yet, I pray for you. I pray 3 John 1:2 over your life, that you would prosper and that your soul would prosper. I pray Ephesians 3:16, that God would strengthen you in your inner being through His Spirit. I pray Psalm 91:11, that His angels would guard you wherever your journey takes you. I pray Proverbs 31, that you would walk with strength, dignity, wisdom, and grace. I pray Ruth 2:12, that the Lord would reward you for the woman you are becoming. And I pray that wherever you are right now, God is preparing your heart just as He is preparing mine. Perhaps you have been hurt. Perhaps you have wondered whether real love exists. Perhaps you have prayed prayers that seem unanswered. Perhaps you have wondered whether there is someone out there who will truly see you, cherish you, and choose you. If that person is me, I want you to know something. I don't want a perfect woman. I want you. The real you. The woman who laughs too loudly sometimes. The woman who has bad days. The woman who gets frustrated. The woman who has dreams that scare her. The woman who has scars from things she doesn't always talk about. The woman who sometimes needs reassurance. The woman who can be strong and vulnerable in the same afternoon. I don't want to love an imaginary version of you. I want to love the woman God actually created. And I hope you will give me that same grace. Because I will not be perfect either. There will be days when I get things wrong. Days when I am stubborn. Days when I need forgiveness. Days when I need you to remind me that I don't have to carry everything alone. On those days, I hope we will choose grace over pride. Forgiveness over resentment. Prayer over anger. And love over giving up. I want us to have the kind of marriage described in 1 Corinthians 13, where love is patient and kind, where it doesn't keep a record of wrongs, where it perseveres through difficulty, and where love remains when emotions change. And someday, my future bride, I imagine the moment I finally see you. Maybe I'll know immediately. Maybe I won't. Maybe God will allow our story to unfold slowly, one conversation at a time. But eventually there will be a moment when I look across a room and realize that the woman I have prayed for is standing in front of me. I imagine reaching for your hand. I imagine looking into your eyes. I imagine thanking God quietly for bringing our paths together. And perhaps, in that moment, I'll understand why every unanswered prayer, every season of waiting, every wrong turn, and every lonely night had to happen exactly the way they did. Not because the journey was easy. But because it led me to you. Until then, I will keep becoming. I will keep praying. I will keep working toward the life I hope we can build together. I will keep dreaming about that ranch house, the fields, the gardens, the animals, the tiny homes, the family gatherings, the porch, the dinner table, and the generations that might someday call that place home. And I hope that somewhere in that picture, I can see you beside me. Not standing behind me. Not walking ahead of me. But walking beside me. Hand in hand. Heart to heart. Faith to faith. Building something greater than either of us could build alone. Perhaps someday, after years have passed, we'll sit together on that porch as the sun goes down. We'll look across the fields at everything God allowed us to build. We'll remember the young people who came through our doors. We'll remember the family members we've cared for. We'll remember the meals, the laughter, the tears, the prayers, the hard seasons, and the answered ones. And I'll reach for your hand and tell you something I've already known for years: You were worth waiting for. Until that day comes, my love, wherever you are: Keep becoming. I'll keep becoming too. And I'll trust God with the rest. With all my heart, all my hope, all my faith, and all the love I am learning to give, Your future husband, Bryan

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The Christian Woman I Pray For The woman I pray God brings into my life is a Christian woman whose faith is more than something she says on Sunday. She genuinely loves Jesus and desires to build her life around Him. She doesn't have to be perfect, because neither am I. What matters to me is that her heart is surrendered to God and that she wants to keep growing in faith, wisdom, character, and love. I hope she is a woman who understands that marriage is a covenant, not merely a relationship. She wants a husband who will pray with her, worship beside her, serve alongside her, and hold her hand when life becomes difficult. She believes that when two people put Christ at the center, they don't have to face life's storms alone. I want a woman who is kind but strong. Gentle but courageous. Compassionate but capable of standing her ground. She knows her worth comes from God, not from the attention or approval of other people. She has a heart for people who have been forgotten. When she sees someone struggling, her first instinct isn't to judge them. It is to wonder what they have been through and whether there is something she can do to help. I want a woman who could walk onto our future ranch and see more than buildings and land. I want her to see the possibility of creating a home where people find hope. Maybe she would help tend the garden. Maybe she would teach someone how to cook. Maybe she would sit on the porch with a young person who simply needs someone to listen. Maybe she would become the kind of woman those young adults remember decades later because she believed in them when they couldn't believe in themselves. I want someone who understands that our dream of helping young people aging out of foster care isn't simply about giving them somewhere to live. It's about teaching them that they are capable of building something better. She would be nurturing without losing herself. She would have a servant's heart without allowing people to take advantage of her. She would understand that compassion and boundaries can exist together. She would challenge me when I need challenging, encourage me when I am discouraged, and celebrate with me when something we've worked toward finally becomes reality. I don't want a woman who simply agrees with everything I say. I want a woman who can look me in the eyes and lovingly say, “Bryan, I think you're wrong,” when I am wrong. I want us to be able to disagree without disrespecting each other. To debate without belittling. To apologize without keeping score. To forgive without weaponizing the past. To choose one another even when the butterflies aren't flying and life feels ordinary. I hope she has a playful side, too. I want someone who can make me laugh. Someone who can turn an ordinary Tuesday into a memory. Someone who doesn't mind getting a little muddy on the ranch, taking spontaneous road trips, sitting around a campfire, watching a football game, traveling somewhere new, or staying home in comfortable clothes with a movie and something good to eat. I want romance, but I also want friendship. I want the woman I can kiss goodnight and then spend another hour talking to because neither of us wants the conversation to end. I want someone who enjoys affection, tenderness, hand-holding, cuddling, dancing in the kitchen, long conversations, quiet evenings, and those little everyday moments that eventually become the memories we treasure most. She doesn't have to be impressed by grand gestures. She should be able to appreciate the small ones. A cup of coffee waiting for her. Her favorite meal prepared after a long day. A note tucked into her bag. A hand reaching for hers while we're walking. A husband who remembers the little things she told him months ago. And I hope she understands that my desire to provide, protect, serve, and care for my family isn't about controlling her. I want to be a man she can depend upon while still respecting her independence, intelligence, dreams, and God-given purpose. I want her to have dreams of her own. I want to know what she wants to accomplish. I want to support her calling, encourage her gifts, and celebrate her victories. I don't want to shrink her world. I want us to build a world together where both of us can flourish. She would also understand the importance of family. She would want our future home to be a place where people feel welcome. A place where grandparents can grow old with dignity. A place where children know they are loved. A place where friends can sit around the table for hours. A place where someone going through a difficult season can find a meal, a prayer, and a listening ear. A place where faith isn't merely displayed on the walls but lived in the everyday decisions of the family. Spiritually, I hope she is the kind of woman who will pray for me when I am struggling. Not just pray about me, but pray with me. I want us to open Scripture together. To attend church together. To serve together. To worship together. To ask God for wisdom before making major decisions. To teach our children that Christianity isn't simply a list of rules, but a relationship with Jesus Christ that transforms the way we love people. I want a woman who understands Proverbs 31 not as a checklist of impossible perfection, but as a picture of strength, wisdom, dignity, generosity, diligence, and reverence for God. A woman who knows that strength doesn't make her less feminine and gentleness doesn't make her weak. A woman secure enough to be vulnerable. Strong enough to admit when she's hurting. Humble enough to apologize. Wise enough to know when to speak. And loving enough to know when someone simply needs a hug. Most importantly, I want her to understand that neither of us completes the other in the sense that we are incomplete without one another. Christ completes us. But I believe God can bring two people together whose strengths, weaknesses, personalities, dreams, and experiences complement one another in beautiful ways. Where I am intense, perhaps she brings peace. Where I overthink, perhaps she reminds me to breathe. Where I dream big, perhaps she helps turn the dream into a plan. Where I want to carry everything myself, perhaps she reminds me that partnership means carrying things together. And where she becomes discouraged, perhaps I remind her that she is stronger than she realizes. I want us to become better people because we know each other. Not because we demand perfection from one another, but because our love inspires growth. I want to look at her someday and think, “Thank You, Lord.” Not because she is perfect. Not because our marriage will never struggle. But because she is the woman with whom I get to walk through this life. The woman beside me when the sun rises over our fields. The woman holding my hand when life becomes difficult. The woman laughing with me around the dinner table. The woman praying beside me when we don't know what tomorrow holds. The woman standing with me when another young person walks onto our property looking for a second chance. The woman sitting beside me on the porch decades later as we look across the land and remember everything God allowed us to build. That is the woman I pray for. A woman who loves God deeply. A woman who loves fiercely. A woman who laughs freely. A woman who forgives generously. A woman who dreams boldly. A woman who serves humbly. A woman who knows her worth. A woman who challenges me. A woman who encourages me. A woman who can be my best friend, my partner, my prayer companion, my adventure companion, and eventually, by God's grace, my wife. I don't need someone who completes a broken piece of me. I pray for someone who will walk beside the man I am becoming and help me build something beautiful with what God has placed in both of our hands. And I hope that when she finally reads the words, “My future wife,” she will know that somewhere long before I knew her name, I was already praying that God would protect her, strengthen her, grow her, and prepare both of us for the day our paths finally meet. Until then, I will keep becoming the man I hope she can trust. And I pray she keeps becoming the woman I will spend the rest of my life thanking God for.