***SPOILER ALERT: This post may spoil details in future posts but I wanted to write down a bit of what began almost four years ago. If this site were a book, this would be the dedication to my amazing wife, Ona

Shockingly, she was still single… I knew her from the college group at the church I attended. At almost 5 foot, 10 inches tall, with her long, sandy blonde hair and slim figure, all the guys knew who she was. She was friendly, generous, and had a sweet, calm spirit about her. How could somebody so approachable be so intimidating? Thankfully, for me, none of us timid, sheepish church guys ever figure out how to walk across the room and say, “Hey Ona, I think you’re stunning. Do you want to grab a coffee after church?”

“If you’re into medical documentaries, you should check out this documentary on Netflix about Lyme Disease. It portrays what I’m going through really well.” I commented on an Instagram post of hers sharing about a documentary she was watching not thinking anything of it. I had recently been diagnosed with Lyme Disease and was doing what I could to spread awareness about this terrible disease that left me legally blind and unable to drive or perform basic tasks over just a couple of days.

She direct messaged me and we began sharing stories of our medical conditions and playing catch up. Many texts later, she mentioned that she wanted to start attending the Friday morning prayer gathering at our church. A meeting that began at 5:00 a.m. and coincidentally, something I had recently thought of attending as well. Maybe I could go with her, I thought to myself.

I was recently, divorced and wasn’t quite sure what was going on. I consulted with one of the pastors from the church. “Remember Ona? She went to that bible study at your house. Well, I have been chatting with her and she said she wants to start going to prayer… I kind of want to ask her if I can join her.”

“Ona?! The Romanian girl? I thought she moved away.” He said, a bit surprised that I had been texting her.

I excitedly, told him, “Yes! Like Ona, Ona. The tall one!”

“Just ask her if you can go with her. It’s just prayer. No big deal.” My pastor friend told me.

Unsure exactly how to ask, I stared at my phone and nervously sent her a text, “So are we going to prayer?”

“Yah I’m going. Are you?”

“Well, I want to but taking an Uber at 5:00 a.m. sounds a bit scary.” I replied.

“I can pick you up.” She replied immediately wanting to help an old friend in need. “You have to work that day though. Wont you be tired?” She asked caringly. Even after losing most of my sight, I was still trying to function at my job.

“We can grab coffee after prayer and I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I replied wondering how she would respond as I pressed send on my phone.

“Okay. I’ll pick you up a little before five.”

The next morning, dark and early, I received a text that seemed a bit surreal. “I’m outside.”

She’s actually here. We’re actually going to go to prayer together. I thought to myself as I excitedly flung open the front door and headed towards the waiting car.

“Whoa! You scared me!” I exclaimed. I was expecting her to be waiting in the warm car but there she was, about 10 feet in front of the house ready to help me to the car if needed.

Gosh, she’s beautiful. I thought to myself as we walked through the dimly lit parking lot towards the church. We sat through the hour and a half long prayer meeting and then we were off to Starbucks together. It was like I was hanging out with an old friend who I suddenly found very attractive in a whole new way.

Week after week, we continued going to pray together, started going out after the mid-week church service, and hanging out during the week.

I really need to clear things up. I need to make sure we’re on the same page. I think she’s attracted to me but I don’t want there to be any confusion and I don’t want to be wrong. If this isn’t mutual, we probably shouldn’t be spending so much time together. I thought to myself as we enjoyed our coffee following one of our early morning prayer meetings. I had no idea how to randomly start that conversation.

It was time to get to work. We left the coffee shop and started driving through the parking lot. “Pull over. Just park right there.” I said with no explanation for the sudden detour. “Can we just acknowledge that God might be doing something here? We are not just going to be best friends that go shoe shopping together and have matching purses.” I carried a brown, leather computer bag that looked like a big version of the purse she carried so we had joked about having matching purses. I asked as I wondered where that sudden burst of confidence came from.

Without hesitation, she emphatically agreed.

“Can we pray?” I asked as I grabbed her hand and thanked God for her and asked him to be the center of whatever it was that was going on between us.

I would have never guessed that an innocent, friendly, comment on Instagram would be the start of something that would change my life forever.

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Our favorite dark roast coffee

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