the story of Lexi and David
In late January of 2018 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…
I am not a shy person and so I determined that if he turned my way, I’d introduce myself. He did turn my way. I did introduce myself. It was then that my sister and I found out that his name was David and that he usually attended the Sunday morning service at 11am. We also found out that he had come tonight because nachos were being served. He had switched services to get nachos – good man.
"God was slowly just using a bunch of different things to convict me that I had a certain script laid out for how [my love story] was going to go. He just impressed upon me the need to hold my hand more openly and not decide how it was going to look like and how it was going to go—that I would not be so quick to judge and so quick to determine [my husband] was or wasn’t him."
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