hair curling around his forehead and the dimple-jeweled smile. The one our mutual friend had told me had a crush on me. He was kind and good and funny. But I started to think that his friend was full of malarkey. Sure, he visited our apartment a bunch. We had game nights and stayed up late talking. He beamed me his smile that became more and
more endearing. But he sure didn’t make any moves.
him. And I secretly hoped his friend was right.
I wanted him to ask me out on a date.
whisked my roommate and I off to try these “amazing” slushies they had found at
a local gas station. I don’t remember
how those slushies tasted, but I do remember sitting in the back seat of his
car, catching his eyes in the rear view mirror.
It was hardly a date. But I
finally saw a little glimmer of interest.
but I had never done it. My roommates
and I decided to have a “How to Host a Murder” dinner up at our family cabin. He accepted.
I’m sure my face was splotchy and flushed all night just like in that picture up there.
scarlet when he gave me a kiss. I was falling
fast for this boy who talked about deep ideas with me out on the porch after
dinner under the stars.
around this boy were my mission papers all wrapped up and mailed into the
church offices. Right alongside that boy
in my heart was that mission of mine on the horizon. I knew I was going. I never doubted that.
cute boy I was falling head-over-heels for had begged me to stay…to marry him
and get on with life together. But we
never had that talk. Neither of us
brought it up. It was like we knew, no
matter how much we liked each other, that I was going. He was
far from ready to settle down. And I had
prayed my guts out about whether or not I should go on a mission before he came
prying into my heart. We both needed
that mission whether or not we ended up together. And we were both ok with that. But we sure had fun in the meantime.
special envelope had arrived back home. It was a large one that contained an announcement of where I would spend the next eighteen months of my life. As my friends and I drove the hour home to open it up I was shaking with anticipation. That little paper inside that big white envelope was going to steer the direction of my life in an unknown direction.
But I knew no matter where it was that it would be a good one.