If you want to hide in a crowd, never wear a red pant-suit to a church service.

See, I’d scouted out this tall lanky blue-eyed worship leader during a revival nearly 30 years ago. Okay, actually I was simply going because a friend had told my mom about this single man whose voice and life measured up to the things on my list, except for the fact that he wore boots.

When I first saw him from the pew, his voice shook the stained glass window of my heart. I sensed a rejoicing, a fresh feeling and my soul whispered a prayer, one I’d rehearsed many times before, “God let this guy be the song of my heart.”

After the service (no, I have no idea what the preacher said, I was lost in a world of anticipation) the man I was scouting, walked up and said, “I just need to find out if this young lady is single.”

On our first real conversation he asked me if Jesus was my Savior! Never in my life, had a man asked me such a question! This guy not only sang about Jesus, but he loved him too!

We’ve been married 27 years this October. I’ll always remember the small church and the day when God cared so much for me, he sent me Ray, my husband, the joy of my life. And yes, I’ve gotten over the fact that he wears boots from time to time.

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