You may have been wondering why it's been so quiet, and I apologize. It is not because God hasn't been working. He has. He's been doing wonderful things, and I'd love to share with you now, if I may.
The last few months, I've been courted by a young man, and it has kept me pretty busy. As of last Thursday, I am engaged to Michael Hinson, a missionary on deputation (gathering support to go) to the country of Georgia. We plan to marry on July 5th in Montana. God is so good!
Now, with a bomb like that, I know what the next question is, so... here is the story:
Lots of people have tried to hook me up with guys before, and I always said, "There are six billion people in the world; half of them are guys, and I only need one. God doesn't need help. He can bring me a guy from halfway around the world if He wants." However, I never really expected God to do just that.
Last summer, when I returned home for a couple of weeks, a missionary visited our church one Sunday to share his burden for the country of Georgia. Because we both have a heart for the mission field, we talked a little after church. My dad, not knowing that we had met already, introduced us, and then said to him, "you don't have to remember my name, just remember that I'm her dad." I thought this was a funny introduction, but just kept the conversation going without stopping to analyze the situation.
Then, it just so "happened" that both of us helped staff a Christian camp the very next week. And well... something must have clicked. By the end of the week, he asked to "keep up" with me, and I surprised myself by saying I thought that would be okay. Half way home from the camp, (on an eight hour trip) it occurred to me that he was not referring to missionary newsletters.
My dad had met this missionary when he had visited our church, and knew he went to help out at camp, but to my surprise, he also suspected something else. As soon as I returned home from camp, daddy asked "So, how did it go? How did it go with Michael?" I replied that he had asked to write me; to which I was surprised to hear the response, "good, good, glad to hear it." Apparently, my dad liked the guy.
Michael was returning to the camp the next week, and I returned back to Minnesota with his prayer card. He had asked to keep up, but he had not asked for my email- he left the ball in my court. ALL I had to decide was what to do. I had never written a guy before for anything other than business. Much less, I didn't want to start a "just for fun" relationship, and I didn't know how serious this guy was, missionary or no.
To be continued...
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