Some stories aren’t just told—they are treasured forever. This is one of those stories. We met at the church office where we both worked. I still remember that first moment—when my eyes found her, something stirred within me. It wasn’t just attraction; it was a pull, a spark, an unexplainable warmth that wrapped around my heart. There was something about her presence, her aura—so peaceful, yet so captivating. But the way our journey truly began was nothing short of divine. One busy day, I had a mountain of tasks to complete before rushing off to midweek service. In the midst of my stress, she turned to me and said with the sweetest conviction, "Forget all that for now, come to church." Her words were like a balm to my restless heart. I smiled—one of those deep, genuine smiles—and playfully told her, “Alright, but only if I get to sit beside you.” She laughed, that beautiful, effortless laugh of hers, and responded, “I’m actually going to pray for you to find a wife.” I was stunned, amused, and a little speechless. But what neither of us knew at that moment was that God had already written the ending to this story. As time passed, our connection deepened. Her kindness, her faith, her heart—they became home to me. And then it hit me, like a revelation whispered straight from heaven: She was the answer to her own prayer. Every single day, I thank God for that moment. For the love we share. It’s a reminder that God’s plans are always greater than ours—that sometimes, the very thing we are searching for has been right in front of us all along. Ni tòótọ́, Rereloluwa! ❤️✨