// As we approach the "month of love," I thought it would be a perfect time to share a little of my husband and I's love story with you! :)
I think it's pretty great. And a testament of God's faithfulness in our lives.
But I don't want to give away too much too soon.
Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
It was the fall semester of 2005 when I first stepped foot on a college campus. Bible college. After fighting with God on going, I finally surrendered to His call on my life for ministry (there was a lot of back and forth struggle on this that I am purposely leaving out of this post to focus on the amazingness of meeting my husband). I had been warned that boys walked around on their knees there. That girls were known for going to bible college just to get their "MRS" degrees. So I was persistent on making sure that did. not. happen. to me. I was going to avoid guys like the plague. At least single guys. Specifically eye contact, none of that.
For the first couple months weeks, I really tried. I spent lots of time with my new dorm girlfriends. Staying up too late, watching chick flicks in our 20x20 foot room. Or even going out to play a little guitar by the beautiful lake on campus. All girls. All the time. It was loads of fun.
Until I met my husband.
Well, okay... to be honest, I didn't really, actually notice him the first time I met him (I told you guys, I was avoiding eye contact). I was just shooting some hoops in the gym (okay, not the best place to be if you are trying to avoid guys) and he walked up beside me and started complimenting me on my shot and telling me I should be in the "WNBA." Seriously, funny guy. (I mean, I know I'm good and everything... but I gave up on my basketball dreams a long time ago when I stopped growing past 5'3''). I didn't tell him all that. No, in fact, I gave him the cold shoulder! Yep. Didn't even respond.
To be honest with you guys, I don't know why. Because, I am naturally an overly-friendly person. Some guys often mistook me as flirty (unfortunately). This is one of those times I look back on as a testament to God really opening my heart for my husband when it was the right time.
And it came. It sure did. About two months later, while playing a game of very competitive flag football. I was one of two girls (okay, okay... I had given up on completely avoiding guys by this point!) on my team called "The Temptations" and we were playing Josh's team, the "Cheeky Monkeys."
It was love at first sight this time.
I literally felt myself drawn to him. This guy, that could catch the football like it was nothing, who walked around making jokes and hiking his pants up to his chest. Yes, this guy was my dream man.
I made myself more available over the next few days. Just hanging out on campus a little longer, eating in the student center, actually going to the library (because I needed to study he was there). And believe it or not, he noticed me back. (It wasn't until later that I knew he had already noticed me, much sooner). It wasn't too long and we were spending time together in group outings. The great thing about a small campus is we already had mutual friends, so that was fun.
It only took a couple weeks of these group outings, before he finally asked me out on a date. Okay, he didn't call it that. And we're probably the only two people in the world who spent their first date at a high school football game (besides, well, high schoolers). But that's what he wanted to do on his friday night. Attend a football game, two hours away, to cheer on students in his youth group (he was already a part-time student pastor at 21). And he wanted me to come.
Uhhh... like I said, dream man.
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