If you haven’t been reading any of my bible school romance adventures here is the beginning. must come out, the bubbled bible school & doctor that’s when the screaming started. 

A few weeks later it was Thanksgiving & with his hometown being only an hour away from mine he rode home with my friend & I. After we got home I hoped in my car {still with only a permit but my parents let me drive anyway ::yikes::} & took him to a restaurant that his Dad & grandfather were at in town.

At the restaurant we went inside & I met his family. When we said goodbye his grandfather pulled me aside & told me that I was Ralph’s wife & the Lord had spoken to him & we were going to be like Rebecca & Isaac {the great Biblical romance} & that God had many amazing things in store for us. Afterwards he said he hoped to see me during the break & wanted me to come to his church & sing.

Before moving on its imperative that I explain to you his grandfather. His granddad was a little bit of a rock star through out area churches. In fact when Ralph told everyone who his grandfather was at school I immediately called my Mom & was like “You’ll never guess who’s here”. He pastored a church in a small town in Ahoskie, NC but was widely known as a prophet. My parents & I had seen him many times before at other churches & he had prophesied over my parents. Being a “spirit filled” Christian I believed in prophesy. Every church service, tent meeting, & conference people would wait around to receive a word from the Lord…and when you did you left feeling more empowered than you did before. 

I believed* in prophesy & when his grandfather gave me this word I felt more than ever that my fate was sealed. For me personally I was still unsure of this life that seemed to be unfolding in front of me, but I believed that if the prophet said it, it was true & I just needed time to line up with God’s plan.

The break was fine & nothing earth shattering happened. I admittedly {sorta} enjoyed hanging out with him. Don’t get me wrong I had no real romantic feelings for him. But he was nice. Thanksgiving break was over & we headed back to school all eyes on us. 

The time from Thanksgiving until Christmas passed without any fanfare. Because of the confirmation that I felt I had received during Thanksgiving by Christmas I had started to come in line with the plan. I even told him I loved him. Did I? I honestly don’t know. When I told him I certainly didn’t, but if I ever did I during the course of our almost year relationship I don’t know. 

By Christmas we were a full-blown secret couple. We made it home for Christmas break I bought him a present, he did not return the favor. I headed down to his church one Sunday scared out of my mind practicing my song all the way there. Towards the middle of the service his granddad called him up front to give a testimony about how school was going. I remember he got up & talked about how before he left for school he was drug dealer hooked up with the wrong crowd but that he got his life together & God gave him me.

That was my cue.

I smoothed the imaginary wrinkles out of my black Limited wrap dress & made my way to the front. I took the mic, closed my eyes & I sung. When I was done his grandfather took the mic back & made another prophetic declaration that God had pulled the veil back on our life & that we were destined to be great, do great, the whole 9 yards. Afterwards there were oohs & aahs over my beauty {their words, not mine} & approving glances. In droves they came up to me telling me how grateful they were that I had come into his life, that before me they weren’t sure where he would end up, but that I had saved him. It was almost like being at the Westminster Dog show & I had one best of show.

Before I knew it Christmas break was coming to an end & with just a week left of break there was the looming question in the air. I knew he wanted to kiss me he had said so many times before. But I was still just 16. He was my first real boyfriend. The first guy that I was allowed to give that title too. Before the other 3 boys were just friends said with lots of winks, nudges & sly smiles. But this was a real boyfriend. Even if the title could only be used in secret. 

And that night well past midnight I let him kiss me goodnight. 

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**I still believe in prophecy. I still believe that God uses people to do many things, one of those things being to communicate to us. BUT because of my personal experience with prophecy gone bad I now approach it differently. I no longer take a prophecy & run with it. It’s never the last or final word.

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