At least once a year in Young Women’s, there would be a lesson about preparing for marriage. Every time, our leaders would pass out pretty stationary and ask us to list the traits we wanted in a husband. My list got longer each passing year and included deep thoughts like “abs” and “hates country music as much as I do”. I was convinced that there was a special person (who possessed all of these qualities, plus more) out there for me, just like I had seen in chick flicks. I would bump into him in a crowded room, our eyes would meet, and that would be that.
When I felt inspired to attend BYU-Idaho (even though it wasn’t my first, or even second, choice) I was sure it was because this was where HE was. Every date I went on, I waited for that magic moment, only to be disappointed over and over again. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong. Was God punishing me? Was marriage just not in the cards?
During my third semester at school, I took a class on preparing for marriage. My teacher said something that hit me like a ton of bricks. He asked us if we believed in soul mates. and many unassuming, innocent souls like myself raised our hands. He then projected this quote onto the board.
Spencer W. Kimball
“Soul mates” are fiction and an illusion; and while every young man and young woman will seek with all diligence and prayerfulness to find a mate with whom life can be most compatible and beautiful, yet it is certain that almost any good man and any good woman can have happiness and a successful marriage if both are willing to pay the price.
Wow. At first, I felt frustrated by this declaration. It was like all my dreams of romance died in front of me. No soul mates? Then who in the world was I supposed to marry? Then I thought about the wonderful people I knew who had lost spouses and then re-married other amazing individuals. Prophet Russell M. Nelson came to mind, for example. Perhaps I had been too hasty in my initial judgment of the idea.
As I have learned more about the concept of soul mates, I have gained a deeper understanding for why it is inherently false. I love this image from a New Era article.

The caption reads: “Also known as the One-and-Only. A particular person of the opposite sex you are meant to be with. Where it lives: Out-There-Somewhere. What it feeds on: Deferred happiness, unrealistic expectations”
Today, the traits I want in a future spouse are much different than they were when I was in Young Women’s. I’m not looking for a perfect person that I was predestined to find. Instead, I am looking for someone kind, someone honest, someone who loves God. And most of all, I am working to become that kind of person myself.




