On June 16th, 2023, with a heart full of anticipation, I drove to Orangeburg, South Carolina, excited for Camp Meeting, where my favorite pastor, Deblenaire Snell, would be preaching. I was eager to experience his teachings. I would cross mountains to sit at the feet of Jesus through Pastor Snell for a spiritual renewal. As I arrived at the Camp Meeting sanctuary, I headed straight to the front, expecting an outpouring of the Holy Spirit. Morris, whom I hadn't yet met, sat in the second row to my left. Our eyes met, and though no words were exchanged, there was an unspoken connection. However, my focus remained on Pastor Snell, who nourished our spirits profoundly. As the evening ended, I went to my room and bed feeling happy in Jesus. I was eager to wake up on Sabbath morning for breakfast and Sabbath school with joy and a greater expectation of being in the presence of Jesus and the Holy Spirit. Morris found his way next to me during the morning service. We began a pleasant conversation as we waited for the service to continue. Being myself, I asked questions, and Morris kindly answered them. We discovered our shared interests in music, food, and travel. I asked, "Where are you having lunch?" I was happy when he mentioned the cafeteria and hoped to see him there again. However, I didn't see Morris during lunch. Later that day, during the Pastoral Ordination Service, I sat up front again, and Morris sat beside me. I told him I enjoyed our earlier conversation and that I missed him during lunch. I slipped my hand into his during the prayer, feeling a more intentional connection. As the night came to an end, we didn't exchange numbers, so I wondered how I would find him again. Two months later, as if orchestrated by divine intervention, Morris showed up at Maranatha, my home church. He invited me to sit with him, but I was ushering. Turning to Ruth, I exclaimed, "My husband just walked in." She responded with astonishment, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?" I repeated myself, feeling a certainty that I couldn't explain. This time, Morris and I exchanged numbers, and our bond grew as we spent time together, enjoying plays, concerts, and dinners, enjoying each other's company more and more after each date. As December arrived, the festive season brought a new light to our relationship. The dynamics shifted, and we began to see each other with different eyes. By January 2024, we fell in love simultaneously, feeling like Cupid had hit us with one arrow. In late April or early May, I playfully reminded Morris that he never officially asked me to be his wife, even though we both felt and knew our relationship was going further. That's when he proposed, and I told him I had claimed him as my husband the day he walked into Maranatha. Won't God do it! Our love story continues, a beautiful testament to divine timing and connection. We are the best of each other, friends, and the beloved son and daughter of the Most High God. We are cherished and blessed, ready to serve as husband and wife.