At 41, I honestly did not think I would ever get married.  Nearly a decade had passed since my last date.  I chose to not worry about it though.  If God wanted me to be a wife, then certainly he would send me a husband.

In early 2008, I partnered with two other singles at my church to start a small group.  Our focus was to serve – each month we would put feet to our faith in our community.  Our group leader gave me a ride to our first event – we would help organize the monthly clothing drive at our church’s homeless ministry The Refuge.  On the way there, we chatted easily and laughed frequently.  Was there a spark?  “Lord, are you doing something here?” I thought.

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