I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. No seriously, I wasn't. I can recognize "those girls". You know the ones who say "I don't want a boyfriend", but scans the room trying to make eye contact with some gorgeous, vulnerable prey. The girls who quickly change their standing position to make sure one hip is slightly sticking out. And then licks their lips so that they glissen. And then is "shocked" to find the next day they have a boyfriend. I know "those girls". And trust me, it's not me.
Six months earlier I had a discussion with God and let him know that I was happy to be single for the rest of my life. And as a matter of fact, I could do much more as a single missionary. I would conquer the world on my own. No problem. Evidently my conversation was one-sided. I did all the talking. I was at a Mission Adventures conference looking for something to do on my afternoon off. And sure enough, he had to go and do it. He walked through the door. As soon as I saw him, I looked for a wedding ring. Nothing there. He looks German, maybe there's one on his right hand. Nope, nothing. Well, maybe he just doesn't wear one. He has to be taken. Karyn, what are you doing? You will not be one of those girls. I'll just avoid him. And no I don't mean play hard to get. So I quickly make plans to go into town with a friend (who is a girl, but also not one of those girls). We're going to ride in the van with the YWAM leaders into town. That will kill four hours. And he won't be with us, hah! I have won! As we're getting in the van, my friend is reminded that she has worship practice and can't go. Oh well, I'll still go. So I'm in the front passenger seat waiting on the van driver. And yes, you guessed it. Who should open the driver's door? Mr. I don't have a wedding ring on because I'm not married!
I guess there was a reason why my conversation with God was only one-sided. He must have been too busy smiling while I was running my mouth with my great plans!
October 22, 1999, three days after he opened the van door.
August 26, 2000
