Several years ago I sat at Starbuck’s patio with one of my youth girls who had just recently graduated from high school. It was a bittersweet moment. This young woman was about to venture into the exciting world of college, but in order to do so she had to leave all of us behind. As I sipped an iced caramel macchiato our conversation turned to boys, as it almost always does. We talked, wondered, and daydreamed if her man might be close on the horizon. In the end all we could do was hope that he was and put it into God’s hands that they would meet. And meet they did. I remember Rachelle telling me about Steven. Her eyes lit up. I knew this was it.
It is pretty incredible to watch God write a love story like theirs and get the opportunity to be a part of each new beginning.
