The other day, a woman who just recently became engaged to one of the ministers at our church, pulled me to the side.
“Can I talk to you for a few moments after church?” she asked.
“Of course you can,” I smiled.
She’s always so sweet and humble, and just a really beautiful person—inside and out. “Oh! And congratulations to you, by the way!” I added. “I haven’t had the opportunity to see or
speak to you since you accepted your proposal.”
She thanked me, showed me her gorgeous ring, and told me how happy she was. After that, I hurried off, because I was volunteering to help with the children’s ministry on this particular Sunday. Well, after service was over, we met up downstairs in a small room off the fellowship hall. I remember her sitting down, straightening her pink flower dress with her hands, and clearing her throat. I couldn’t put a finger on what was wrong, but she seemed nervous about what she was preparing to say to me.
That made me more than a little bit uncomfortable. “Well, what is it?” I prodded.
“I am not really comfortable doing this Sister Ashley,” she said. “But I feel like God is telling me to share a word with you.”