"Who is that?" I (Mark) wondered eyeing the pretty girl with red hair from across the room. "She's probably shacked up with some frat boy" I thought to myself.
"Too bad" I mused, I really was drawn to her and it seemed like there could be something there.
I went on to get baptized at the campground that weekend and the pretty girl with a style all her own can be seen in the pictures watching from the shore as I went under the chilly april water.
I had just gotten saved a few months earlier and I didn't have a clue how people lived their lives outside of the bar scene that had framed much of my life for the last 10 years. Little did I know that this beautiful college girl had no idea what the phrase "shacked up" meant and she probably wouldn't have allowed a frat boy within a 100 yard radius of her personal space:)
A few weeks later I was praying about my life and her name kept coming back to me....Heather, Heather....Heather. I felt like maybe God was saying that she was the one for me. I kept praying about it from time to time and I talked to my twin brother about it after a few days and we both agreed that while she might be the one - the timing wasn't right to talk to her about it.
So I waited and watched. And watched and waited.
And I prayed.
|Baptism. A new man.|