**Phil and I are enjoying some time together this week in sunny Costa Rica for an early anniversary trip. While we're there we will celebrate the 29th anniversary of our very FIRST DATE!. I thought this was the perect opportunity to share the entire story....... Enjoy!
Once upon a time I was a young woman with stars in my eyes, certain that God had great things in store for me. But I hit a big snag in high school life when the week of my Junior prom, the guy I'd been dating called and shared that he had to work. My dress was bought, all the plans were made, and all, and I do mean ALL of my friends had dates. I was so discouraged. I thought and thought about what to do and one night my Dad volunteered to take me to the prom. Now things were serious. The only thing worse than going to the prom alone (or not going at all) would be to go with my father. So after a bit more thought, my father came up with a brilliant idea.
He suggested that I call Phil to see if he might just go as a favor to me. He had recently come home from school and had become a Christian. I had known Phil since about 3rd grade but he'd been attached all during his own high school years so I really had never considered dating him. But I called him and although he was not home, I shared with his mom what was going on and what my predicament was. Amazingly, he actually called me back. He told me later that he called me back to tell me that he wasn't interested but that I sounded so pitiful that he went out with me because he felt sorry for me. (this really upset me for years)
Regardless, we did go out. (picture above!) We had a mixed evening - a great dinner at the Lodge at Guntersville State Park, and then a less stellar dance. The band played horrible music very loudly so that no one could really dance or talk. Finally, there was one slow song and Phil stood up and said something. I couldn't understand him but figured he was asking me to dance so I stood up and we danced. (Later Phil would tell me that he said "I'm going to the bathroom." Apparently I can't read lips in the dark!)
As we drove home that night Phil reached over and held my hand. At that moment I knew he was the man I would marry. I heard God speak this to my heart so loudly that it almost seemed to be audible. When we got home, he kissed me good night very tenderly and I went inside, floating on a cloud. I remember telling my mother that night that I knew that Phil was the man I would one day marry.
For all of my excitement, Phil did not call back immediately. In fact, he didn't speak to me for an entire month. It was very discouraging. He told me later that he spent that month arguing with God. He wanted to date a college girl, not someone still in high school. But eventually things worked out. We were working on a summer mission team together and one day he gave me a ride and we began dating soon after. I was 17, he was 18 and in three short months we were engaged.
People have often asked me how I knew that we were supposed to be married.
I always tell them God told me.....
And I thank God for that. Phil is my best friend. I cannot imagine being married to anyone else.
You just never know how one night can change your life!