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  I was walking to the office. It was morning- a little cold out, but warm enough for shorts. I had just walked past him; we’d exchanged hello’s, nice-to-see-you’s, and goofy secret smiles.
  I really like you, and I really trust you. The thought was clear in my mind- and I squelched the nervous butterflies that were constantly in the pit of my stomach when I saw him, turned around, and said it aloud.
  “So I really like you and I really trust you.”
  He stopped and turned to face me, “You really trust me?”
  “Well, yeah.”
  For one of the first times in my life, being incredibly blunt had been difficult for me. But it felt like something that needed to be said, and even though I didn’t understand why, I said it. And now he was smiling again.
  Of course he already knew that I liked him. We’d already talked about that, and it was clear. But somehow after knowing him for only ten days, I wanted him to know that I also trusted him. I was trusting him with the fact that I cared about him, with my emotions- and that was terrifying. No guy I’d liked in the past had ever handled my heart with care. This man, however, I trusted.
  “I really like you, too,” he said. I knew that. His smile didn’t conceal the fact. “You’re amazing. I’m pretty sure you’re more than one-hundred percent amazing.”
  “How does that work?” I asked, indelicately taking the compliment.
  He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
  I smiled and turned around, starting back towards the office. But then I stopped again and turned to face him. The compliment, I realized, was after all not mine to receive.
  “You know what, I know,” I said, ”It’s completely because of God.”


  I am blessed enough to be in an amazing relationship with an absolutely incredible man. However the credit for that is in no way our own- we have a God Who loves us, and Who brilliantly orchestrated our lives to prepare us for each other and put us in one another’s paths. The fact that we met at all is not a coincidence, it is evidence to the gracious love of God. Anything and everything good about our relationship is thanks only to Him.
  I am so thankful not only for this man that I love, but also for the fact that we cannot talk about our relationship without pointing to how great our Father is. We are perfect for one another, and when people see that, they are amazed. I hope they are amazed not at us, but at God.

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