It is currently 12:17 AM as I sit down to write this. My heart is one big pile of melted, excited mush from one of the most beautiful nights I’ve ever been apart of, and I just have to share some of it.
This is Sarah. I met Sarah somewhere around the ages of five or six. We have been attached at the hip for the majority of that time. Sarah is sassy. She is full of spunk. She is always sure of what she wants, and wastes no time going after it once she has decided she wants it. She is opinionated. Sensitive. Hilarious. Wise beyond her years. She LOVES God.
She graduated high school early, got her cosmetology licence and became a hair stylist.And for the past several years, all she has wanted to be was a wife. There have been times where she would grow doubtful she would meet someone. She (and we) prayed constantly for her husband to be brought into her life soon.
Late last year, Sarah went to a show at a coffee shop. A guy sitting behind her at the show asked her something about her tattoo she has on her arm. They began talking and he ended up joining Sarah and a group of friends for dinner after the show. When the bill came at dinner, that same guy picked up Sarah’s portion of the tab. She called me a few days later and told me she had met a guy the other night at a coffee shop. She proceeded to tell me a he paid for her bill.. and we both thought it was weird, considering he had just met her. Then, a few days later, Sarah went on a date with this guy. A few weeks later, he told Sarah he loved her. When Sarah told me, I was floored. Excited…. but floored. I told her, “This could be one of two things: He’s either a really weird guy…or he’s the guy that you’re
going to marry.” Once he asked Sarah to be his girlfriend, things just seemed to progress so quickly, and so deeply. She had met someone that was all she had prayed for. A man who followed hard after the heart of God, was involved in missionary work, was sensitive to her feelings, artistic, funny, communicated well, and loved her more than she could understand. He was all of those things.
|Photos by Ian Goegebuer|