We met at church—he played the drums, and I sang in the choir. One day, I walked into service with a fresh, low haircut, and he absolutely adored the look. Later that day, after going out to eat with friends, he asked me for my number. From that moment, we spoke every single day. Just a month before meeting him, I had prayed, asking God when my husband would come for me. I was tired of waiting—I longed for real love, the kind that was meant to last forever. One evening, after attending a friend’s engagement, he looked at me and asked how I felt about being in a relationship with him. But before I could answer, he said something that shook me to my core—“I don’t want to just date you. I want to marry you.” I was scared. I was shocked. But he didn’t let me leave the car until I said yes to being his. From that day forward, he would remind me every single day, “You are my wife.” And now, here we are, living the dream we once prayed for. A love story written by God Himself. Forever and always— The James bond will never break.