The year was 2000 and I was going through a divorce from my husband of 22 years. I visited new parts of town on while working temp assignments. When I passed by a particular office park, it seemed to call to me. I wondered if there was a full-time job that had benefits waiting for me there.
Curiosity finally got to me and I took a turn down the road to the office park. A lot of businesses were there, but nothing I felt drawn to until I neared the back of the office park and saw a warehouse that was being used as a meeting place for a church.
“No, not church!” I whined when I saw it. “You know I hate organized religion, Lord. I’ve been hurt too many times by religious people, and I don’t want to go to any church, much less one in a warehouse.” I had a feeling I was not going to see any peace until I visited this place. So, I finally gave in.
I woke up one Sunday morning in April knowing that I had to go to that church in the office park, but I bargained with God that I would only go to hear the music then I’d leave before the preaching began. I called to see what time the services started and was told 10:00 a.m. When I got there at 9:55 everyone was milling about, and some were leaving. I thought I was off the hook and was about to leave when I discovered that they were only taking a break. The second half was about to begin—you guessed it—the preaching. I had not set my clock back for Daylight Saving Time and I missed the music. I wanted to bolt, but a nice woman approached me and asked me to sit with her, so I complied.
For someone who didn’t want to get back in church I sure surprised myself when I went to a prayer meeting at a lady’s house the following Saturday night. There was a guy there named Randy that I absolutely could not keep my eyes off of. This sounds dumb even saying it, but I thought we’re supposed to be together. I was on the rebound and too vulnerable for a relationship. I was not over the pain of my first marriage, and I didn’t want to date.
I went to the church service again the following week. Randy sat behind me that morning. I heard that he was leading a prayer group on Friday night. I decided to attend.
Randy asked me out after the meeting Friday night, and I heard the word “yes” jump out of my mouth before I knew I wanted to say it. This is a mystery, but I felt like I knew this man from somewhere.
Randy and I took a ride to the lake after dinner, and as we sat on the bench I got this premonition that I was going to marry him. Husband #2 had been praying for a wife and even saw me in a dream. I married him ten weeks after we met. I call that taking a giant, risk-taking, leap of faith...at least on his part!
Curiosity finally got to me and I took a turn down the road to the office park. A lot of businesses were there, but nothing I felt drawn to until I neared the back of the office park and saw a warehouse that was being used as a meeting place for a church.
“No, not church!” I whined when I saw it. “You know I hate organized religion, Lord. I’ve been hurt too many times by religious people, and I don’t want to go to any church, much less one in a warehouse.” I had a feeling I was not going to see any peace until I visited this place. So, I finally gave in.
I woke up one Sunday morning in April knowing that I had to go to that church in the office park, but I bargained with God that I would only go to hear the music then I’d leave before the preaching began. I called to see what time the services started and was told 10:00 a.m. When I got there at 9:55 everyone was milling about, and some were leaving. I thought I was off the hook and was about to leave when I discovered that they were only taking a break. The second half was about to begin—you guessed it—the preaching. I had not set my clock back for Daylight Saving Time and I missed the music. I wanted to bolt, but a nice woman approached me and asked me to sit with her, so I complied.
For someone who didn’t want to get back in church I sure surprised myself when I went to a prayer meeting at a lady’s house the following Saturday night. There was a guy there named Randy that I absolutely could not keep my eyes off of. This sounds dumb even saying it, but I thought we’re supposed to be together. I was on the rebound and too vulnerable for a relationship. I was not over the pain of my first marriage, and I didn’t want to date.
I went to the church service again the following week. Randy sat behind me that morning. I heard that he was leading a prayer group on Friday night. I decided to attend.
Randy asked me out after the meeting Friday night, and I heard the word “yes” jump out of my mouth before I knew I wanted to say it. This is a mystery, but I felt like I knew this man from somewhere.
Randy and I took a ride to the lake after dinner, and as we sat on the bench I got this premonition that I was going to marry him. Husband #2 had been praying for a wife and even saw me in a dream. I married him ten weeks after we met. I call that taking a giant, risk-taking, leap of faith...at least on his part!
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