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Our Story: The First Date

One year ago today, my stomach was in crazy-tight knots because I knew that that evening, a very special gentleman was picking me up for our very first date. Nope, the knots did not go away once he came up to the door. Yup, there WAS some comic relief in the course of our evening (the waiter at the diner we went to asked us point blank if this was our first date!), and yes, there was some major confusion for us as, on the way back home again, he asked me without hesitation, "So, was this our first date?" (You see, in my mind, it wasn't supposed to work like that; he was supposed to take me home, where I was going to sit and wait the rest of the week to talk to him again, and hope and pray that he would ask me for another date.) I was more than a little taken aback, and my response was a little too nonchalant.... Oops... so my seeming lack of enthusiasm made him wonder if I really liked him.  Obviously, however, we got things straightened around, no small thanks to the divine intervention through my now brother-in-law!
It never ceases to amaze me how God works. Long and complicated story short, Joel and I knew of each other (Read: We knew the other existed somewhere on the planet) our whole lives, and in fact, he started liking me two years before we started dating. I was totally clueless! We weren't around each other much to even have a relationship develop. Until one day after we had moved and found out our neighbors were very involved in the little Bible church down the road from us, and Joel came down our road where I was walking and stopped to talk to me. That changed everything!
Our story, for me, is a much needed reminder that, as Corrie Ten Boom so wisely stated, "It is a safe thing to trust an unknown future to a known God." Had I not changed churches, like I knew God wanted me to do at the time (though not because I thought the church I was previously attending was bad in some way! I happen to have been a member of a fantastic body of believers!), who knows where I would be today? Joel was pursuing the mission field; for all I know, he could have been gone by now. I am so thankful that God's ways are better than any of mine, and that His timing is always perfect. He makes no mistakes!





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