APRIL 2009.
Im sitting in a cheap, dirty movie theater with two dear friends. Im dressed in sweats...and yes,eating a one-dollar hot dog. As the opening credits start rolling I hear something speak to me and say,
"Savor this, It won't be like this much longer." I could have interpreted this to mean a couple very obvious things. I was about to embark on my "last summer" before my senior year at Biola. I could have predicted that maybe next May I would have money and could go to a
real movie theater, and maybe even afford something from the overpriced concession stand. Also, I could have rightly predicted that I would not be sitting with such fine women as the ones I was presently with (I love you Christina Mary Schantz, and Best Friend).
But instead everything in me knew with great assurance that the reason things were about to change was because
love was coming. As odd as it sounds, I knew in my spirit that something was pursuing me. This already being such an uncommon occurence in daily life I could have simply, and lazily labeled this feeling or this love that was pursuing me as God. It was surely from God, but that was not hard for me to know. It was hard for me to admit but I knew then that what was pursuing me was a love story....my own love story. Not the kind of "love story" that I was told about as chubby, twelve year old at Bible camp (you know the kind between God and His "princesses"), but an actual romantic love story that forms between a man and a woman.As confidently as I knew this I also knew then that this love story would change me and almost everything I knew.
You see, I was never really the girl that planned her wedding or wedding color-scheme throughout my life. (However, I rememeber really digging Stephanie Tanner's backyard wedding in that episode of
Full House.) I mean I thought about it when I was younger but I'll admit is was mostly because weddings were the only events I knew of where a 3-foot-high cake was considered normal; and I
liked cake. But the older I got the more I desired to rebel against conventional marriage as it was explained to me. I wasn't sure that I wanted to get married or be committed...ever. So this news that love was coming, and that I should be open to it shook me up quite a bit.
Then I met Daren. Two months later.
June 12, 2009 was our first date.
