Our story began with a very simple inquiry: Jon’s grandmother asked if there were any nice Christian girls at a small-town church in northern Maine that were looking for a great guy. The answer, from Abby’s cousin and great aunt was “no, but I do know know a single girl looking for a guy.” (Which, really wasn’t entirely true… Abby had set aside a lot of the dreams of finding someone that could compliment her life). So Jon's mother and Abby's cousin got to work with matchmaking. Jon, to appease his mother, texted Abby with little expectation. The conversation was the typical boring back and forth, but slowly, Jon and Abby realized they had a lot in common and needed to meet. After a month of texting, Jonathan and Abby had their first date in Portland, Maine. The date was a success - it confirmed for both that their time of being alone was very much over.

My Life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colours He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the underside. Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skilful hand, as the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned. He knows, He loves, He cares, nothing this truth can dim. He gives His very best to those who leave the choice with Him.