Our Love Story – Part 1

Today I’m starting a series to share my love story with the world. I’m also writing it to record for posterity. The heart of our story is Christ. Without Him and His grace, we would be far from where we are today. Our love story starts with childhood, so there will be a lot about growing up mixed in with romance.

Both my husband and I grew up in Christian homes – I was the oldest child in a pastor’s home and Ernie was the youngest of three in his home. We lived only twenty minutes from each other for years before God in His amazing providence brought our families together.

In November of 1990, our church advertised Thanksgiving services in the newspaper and via fliers. My Dad posted a flier in our local gas station window.

Three months later, that flier was still in the gas station window when on a whim Ernie’s dad stopped at that gas station. He saw the flier, was interested and called the phone number – and talked to my Mom.

In March of 1991 my Dad, who does Civil War Re-enacting, held a program at our local library. I went with Dad to help him set up and to be there with him. Ernie and his Dad came. Ernie looked SO cute in his little Cub Scout uniform! {swoon}

Don’t ask me how, but the moment that I saw Ernie, I knew in the caverns of my heart that I would marry him. We never spoke to each other that night. He was ten years old and I was nine.

That night, I went home and told my sister that I saw the boy that I was going to marry.

And guess what? Ernie went home and told his siblings that he saw the girl that he was going to marry.

To be continued…

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