Thanksgiving came around. One thing that the pastor liked to do was have anyone who wanted to say something they were thankful for stand up and say anything. Open Mic Night at the church, so to speak.
I was alone. I was always alone. I didn’t make many friends up north. I was dealing with so much baggage, it probably hung around me like a fog. A warning beacon for people not to get too close to me. I was new in my faith, though, so I tried to make every church service there was in order to learn.
And sure enough. There he was. The guy from the bookstore.
He stood up to say that he was thankful for his parents. Thankful for their help and their standing by him in his recent troubles.
Again, I thought, “I’m going to marry that man.”
And then I decided to take some Bible classes. God had begun a journey in me.
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