We met where neither of us expected to find love — in church, between songs and sermons. I was already in the choir, focused and unbothered, and Schekinah was the new guy, quietly finding his place. At first, we were just friendly faces in the same room. But something about those Sunday mornings — the harmonies, the glances, the quiet comfort — began to draw us closer. Schekinah sent the first message, unsure if I’d even respond. I did — eventually. And with that, something shifted. Our connection grew through long phone calls, unexpected laughter, and slow, steady moments that unfolded outside of church walls. Schekinah made me laugh. I made him feel seen. And in each other’s voice and presence, we found something rare — something that felt like home. What began as two people sharing music turned into a love that keeps writing its own melody — one filled with faith, laughter, and a rhythm that’s perfectly ours.