This past year has been the best of my life. I am still in awe of what God has done and what He has given me.
On October 21, 2011, I took a seat at a Friday night Bible study and settled in for worship. Across from me, a rather attractive guy was getting out a guitar. I couldn't put my finger on why, but he looked very familiar. By the time he finished leading us in a few songs, I was dying to remember. His voice was so familiar and he was a gifted worship leader. I didn't have to wait long.
After worship, while people rearranged their seats, he took a seat near me and asked me my name, saying that he knew we'd known each other before in junior high or something (it was high school), but that he'd forgotten my name. I told him mine and asked him his. He said it was Ethan.
I instantly remembered him and got very excited. He'd been my friend in youth group senior year: we'd always had good conversations and made each other laugh. I'd loved the way he'd led worship and prayed sincerely. I'd certainly been a bit interested in him back then and that interest instantly rekindled when we re-met.
We didn't talk for long because Bible study started. During the discussion, I told the group about being sick. I hadn't told anyone at the church since I'd started going there eight months before. I'd been ignoring my illness, finding it too difficult for me to handle emotionally. But that night took place during a period of about three months when my illness was particularly humbling, debilitating, and unignorable, and was on or around the second anniversary of when I'd stopped being well. It amazes me to think about: almost exactly two years apart, two of the most significant things in my life happened.
I don't think it was coincidence that that was the night that Ethan first came back to the Bible study after moving back to California. Nor was it a coincidence that God used that night and the following couple of days to do a huge revival in my heart.
My church family gathered around me to pray and Ethan's was the first voice I heard, praying exactly what needed to be prayed. I'm glad that people pray for my healing. I pray for it at times as well, but more than that, I pray as Ethan did: for God's will above all. I know He wants me to be healed, but He might not do that in this life. What He wants more is my heart and holiness. I think the hardship of illness has been worth that.
After Bible study finished, Ethan and I talked for a long time, totally engrossed in the conversation. I realized somewhere in there that I was flirting with this amazing man. Being me, I of course started worrying that I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it.
We got to talking about movies and I said that Good Will Hunting was probably my favorite. So naturally, Ethan went home and watched it. One scene in particular captured his attention:
Will: And you don't regret meetin' your wife?
Sean: Why? Because of the pain I feel now? I have regrets Will, but I don't regret a single day I spent with her.
Will: So, when did you know, like, that she was the one for you?
Sean: October 21st, 1975.