It was last year this time that he got up and announced he was taking 30 days to fast and pray to seek God’s direction. I fully expected that he would come back and let us know what that direction was. He had been carrying the church and the people loved him. He was a gentle giant. Tall, dark, handsome with a serious but kind, friendly demeanor.
Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t notice him before. Well I had, but not in that way. I used to look at him and wonder about something, but nothing in a romantic way (I think my mind was on someone else) until he started noticing me. It didn’t take long for me to realize that there was some interest there. I was pretty sure. But then a prophetess confirmed it and it was exciting. Then one Sunday, I got to church very early and we met in the aisle. I could almost hear my heart beating. This was the first time we had come this close to each other. It was a Wednesday night and he was dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and a pair of jeans. It was the first time I had seen him in casual clothes and he looked good. I never realized how handsome he was until he started noticing me. But that is how it should be.
He reached out his hand and we shook hands. Of course I could not help but to turn around and watch, heart still beating. Now that is a tall drink of water “I thought”. From that point on, I was extra excited to come to church (sorry Lord, lol). But before anything could get started, he was gone.
I’ve thought about him a lot and recently looked at a picture of him and his beautiful teenage daughter on Facebook and I feel drawn to him. Now that I think about it, it is probably better that he is gone. After all, I’m not sure I could have ever started dating the acting Pastor of the church. But perhaps now there is a chance…so the plot thickens….I will keep you posted.