For a while, I had no hope. Funny. I have hope tattooed on my wrist, and I still need some. One of my closest friends is named Hope, and I still need more. I received a little tonight while at work. I was chatting it up on Facebook with a friend and I was talking to her about a situation I'm in with a man and asked her about her husband and how they met and she told me the story. This is my attempt to retell it. Names will be changed and places will be changed.
My friends Donald and Kelly (names changed, so it isn't Zimmerman) have been together since the early 2000's. I don't remember which year exactly (we aren't off to a good start retelling the story). When Donald was 18, he moved to Redding, California because God told him to and his parents supported him. So he did. He moved in with a friend he made at church camp and started going to the church that Kelly went to. Donald knew everyone from camp, and Kelly was in youth, so they became friends. They were like brother and sister with each other up until about a month before they started dating. God just started opening up doors. Kelly had issues with men before they started dating, so this way a big deal. They started talking about marriage a week into the relationship. A month later they had their first kiss and a half a month later he proposed. Everyone was very supportive and trusting because they saw how God was the center of the relationship. They knew each other 6 months before they started dating.
How encouraging. They are so cute and happy together. They have their frustrating times, but as soon as there is tension they figure out why and take care of it. How nice.
Just a girly blog. :)
Jenn
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