The year was 2003. It was Sunday morning at West Baptist Church in Batesville, AR and I was at home for the weekend from a “tough” week as a college student. My roommate, Chris, tagged along to church and little did I know, Chris was about to lay down some unexpected prophecy. As we shook hands and briefly socialized with others - catching up and enjoying the unique Lord’s Day fellowship – a cute young lady walked by, who happened to be paying me no attention. This type of behavior was unusual, especially for two handsome, strapping young lads like me and Chris. Naturally, I spoke up, “Hey Mica, are you not going to say hi?!” With a giggle or two,obviously, she quickly apologized as I introduced my roommate and we made small talk for a few minutes. The moment Mica walked away, Chris turned to me and said, “you’re going to marry her.” No emotion. No reasoning. No explanation. No context. Just, “you’re going to marry her.” I was taken aback and didn’t quite understand why he would say that. Mica and I were 2 ½ years apart, only saw each other at church, and although we had a lot in common, we didn’t know each other that well.
As odd as it seems, I had forgotten what Chris said. 2 years later, I was at home working outside near the pool (doing something dumb like moving rocks..). There I was – dirty, sweaty, and focused (contemplating how to move these rocks in a more efficient manner) – and my future wife shows up to take a dip in the pool. Needless to say, I took a break from trying to solve the rock equation and began a conversation that has yet to end ☺
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Fast forward to 3 years later when I asked Mica to marry me, I suddenly remembered that Sunday from 5 years ago. Literally, that same day I told Mica I had to call Chris (with whom I didn’t regularly talk). Confused, Mica asked why and I told her about the prophecy that was coming true right before our eyes.
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