“He stole my spot.”
Lexi & David
My sister and I headed into the Saturday night service as usual. However, things did not go as planned. When we went to our normal seats we found that someone else was sitting there. We were rather incredulous. Everyone knew that THESE were OUR seats. We settled on sitting directly behind the fellow who stole our spot. Thus for an entire service I stared at the brown hair of my future husband…
read their story:
part 1
part 2
I am always encouraged to read or hear of a love story that truly reflects God's fingerprint, His perfect timing, and the evidence of God in each of the individual's lives. Love stories that were not manipulated or brought about by human scheming; each detail was obviously constructed by our Creator. Love stories that are a picture of Christ continually wooing and winning His bride; loving us when we least deserve it and accepting all of the ugly. Love stories in which the man desires to lead and the woman wants to be led and loved like the church. It helps me to believe that the kind of dreams and prayers that we all should have are not too big.