Finally I’d found the courage to end the bad relationship I was in. “I’m done with romance for a good long while if not for good, period,” I told my mom. She was taking me to a Wednesday-night service at the new church in town.
The sermon and the hymns were a welcome distraction from any thoughts about romance. Afterward Mom introduced me around. “And this is Bob,” she said. As I shook his hand I heard a voice, like a whisper in my ear: This will be your husband.
Bob and I made plans to meet at the mall. We talked for hours and had a lot in common. It was the best date I ever had. I hadn’t been looking forward to the evening. Now I didn’t want it to end—and it didn’t. We were married a year later.