The first time I saw him was in 2016 at a teenagers' camp-out. He was leading the prayer session, and before I even knew anything about him, I was drawn to him because of his voice.

The next day, I walked up to him just to say hi, and he responded warmly. A few months later we met again at another teens' program, and as fate would have it, we took the same route home.

Later that month, at a youth fellowship, I watched him minister once more. I had just begun my walk with God, hungry to know Him more. So after the service, I asked if he would mentor me.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he handed me a book, Battlefield of the Mind, by Joyce Meyer. That simple act marked the beginning of a journey that would become so much more.

Fast forward to 2020. After almost a year without speaking, we met again and once more took the same route home. That evening he asked me to come over the next day, he wanted to tell me something.

When I got there, something about him was different. He looked so humbled. He began to speak, stuttering, and then, with all the courage he could gather, he said:

I couldn't process what I had heard. He told me about the woman he had always prayed for, and how I fit every one of those prayers. I could barely say a word.

The next time we met, I finally found mine. I told him I already knew, because God had spoken to me about him two years earlier. I had only been waiting for His timing.

And just like that, our love story began.