(Deon) Mighty and I were total strangers until our mutual friend introduced us. Mighty is a prayer group member at the church my church sister Angela Whittingham attends. In that specific group, he had asked the members to pray for him to find a good wife. At that moment, Whittingham thought of me. She asked if she could give my number to him. I pondered about it for a few minutes; then, I asked myself what harm it could do. I told her to give him the number, then she told me that he was a farmer, lived in Ocho Rios, and loved the Lord. After some persuasion from Mighty, we began to talk over the phone. We talked for hours, and I was amazed because I had never experienced anything like this. He was putting everything on hold just to speak with me during the nights, and as our relationship progressed, it extended to the mornings, afternoon, and right throughout the day. What captivated my attention was that after every conversation in the night, he would say Deon let us pray, and he would pray. Until he asked me to pray, we became like prayer partners. We worshipped together because we talked about everything. We didn't leave any stone unturned. We spoke about every little thing you could think of. We were bonding and didn't even know we were building something special together. I remember talking to him for a month, and I didn't even know what he looked like. A friend of mine got so concerned asking if I knew what Mighty looked like. I told her no, I don't know what he looks like, and I'm not worried about it either. She told me that I was different. I told her that I knew and didn't want to fall in love with an image, I wanted to fall in love with the person's heart, and I didn't ask for any pic. Our first-time meeting was at the church. Whittingham was overseas, and I was waiting on her to come home so we could meet him together because she had never met him face to face. They were only in the prayer group together. So she finally decided to come home, and we planned a trip from St Mary to St Ann's and took that trip on the Sabbath. When we arrived at Church, brother Mighty was not there. However, he sent someone to pick us up at the bus park. We took our seats, and there still was no Mighty in sight. When he reached, I don't know how he knew where we were sitting, but he came and sat beside me. I heard a man's voice saying, "Happy Sabbath!" And when I looked around, I saw him, and I looked back around and said to sister Whittingham," he's here!" She started to talk to him. I wasn't looking at him; I was glancing at him sideways, but he couldn't see that I was looking at him from that angle. I am a shy person, and I was not going to stare him down or anything like that, but each time I looked at him and noticed that he was looking at me, I turned away my face quickly. He told me after that that he felt out of place because I wouldn't even look at him and that he thought something was wrong. After church dismissed, we went for lunch, and that was when I kind of warmed up to him, we talked with each other, and yes, the chemistry was there. After lunch, we went on a digestive walk and chatted some more. When it was time to leave, we took pics together. I didn't want to leave, but the journey home was long. He walked with us halfway through the journey to the bus stop; we hugged several times. I wanted to see him soon, and we planned our first official date over the phone when I reached home. We became best friends over the phone. We were comfortable talking about everything; we were soulmates. We fasted and prayed together, which kept the bond strong. From the beginning, Mighty told me we would get married before the year ended. When he proposed, it was all laughter because of how he did it. This is just the beginning of our story. We have a lifetime to go.