“Let’s talk…”

He took my hand, and led me into the sanctuary.
We were wearing nothing short of just missions attire, nothing fancy.
He sat me by the altar. Nervously smiling.

He shared his heart.
And asked me to make him the happiest man alive.
And there in the sanctuary of El Pipila church of Tijuana, Mexico…. he got down on one knee and proposed.

There were no fancy tricks or elaborate scheme. It was what it was…. Dave. Eury. and God. We were on the mission field… a place where I’ve always found God to be the most divinely romantic. The mission field was where I was given new life… where I was baptized… where I found healing from my past and now…hope for my future. We were in God’s house. And I would have had it no other way.

In the past two years, I would typically share stories about our comical moments and knee slapping anecdotes. Very rarely do I ever mention….that Dave is my best friend. He makes me laugh everyday…without fail. All food tastes an infinite times better when we share it. He knows how I like my coffee…why I will never drive downtown alone… and why I love the color pink. He’s the only man I know that can smile after I lash out in a fit of temper. He never retaliates. He never keeps record of my wrongs. When he drives…he breaks extra slow, knowing that I get easily carsick. Even before we dated, he believed in my calling and was man enough to respect a female in ministry. But, even more than all these things….. he helped close the door to my past, my past of mistakes and pain. And now..he opened the door to my future, asking if he could remain a part of it till we enter eternity.

I said yes.