We met fellow-shipping at a local church I frequented. Every week I would mostly see the same familiar faces; however, on this particular evening someone I never had seen before was welcomed by others as if he frequented there too. Although curious I was not excited by the group of men that he was associating himself with and I judged that he would probably lack character - boy was I unequivocally wrong on many levels. That same evening after the gathering, the strange man who I had learned was named Peter, approached me directly. I was very surprised by his conviction, intelligence, and reverence. We briefly shared something's about each other and I quickly realized we had more in common than I imagined and felt foolish for judging him. We said our goodbyes that evening not knowing if we would ever see each other again, but deep down inside I hoped I would. Over the next few weeks, Peter and I would run into each other at different church gatherings. My wishes came true! After a few months of random sightings we finally swapped phone numbers and start conversing outside of our common social group. Since then we have not gone a day without speaking to each other. I am the luckiest girl in the world who found her diamond in the rough inside the house of our Lord!