When I first saw her one word jumped to the forefront of my mind. Real. Here was a girl that was all 100% unadulterated real. I didn’t know a single thing about her (except that she had just bit my friend) but something about her shined out at me. Maybe it was her full smile, or the way she tossed her red hair; right then and there I wanted to get to know her more. Then she walked away, and I didn’t see her again for another year.
During that year many things changed, life moved at an ever increasing pace, and I remained single. I wasn’t allowed to forget that red-headed sprite though, as a friend of mine felt it was his prerogative to point out to me what a great match her and I would be. The day came that I saw her again and one smile of hers drew me in.
It was a camp on the ocean beach, and as the cool breeze, salty air, and the sound of waves lapping the shore gave a group of youth a opportunitiy to talk about ministry, I found myself talking to her more than anyone. I felt a pull of fate, as if destiny was pushing our paths together, and somehow, someway I saw her as being a part of my life henceforth.
It was only in retrospect that I realized I was falling in love. Rather not falling, but running straight into it.