(MLS: My Love Story – Part 2!)
So, considering how wonderfully our first meeting went, it’s no surprise that Jeff and I didn’t start dating right away. I certainly wanted to be married, but I didn’t meet Jeff and think “He’ll be my husband someday!” or even “Oh man, I hope he likes me too!” For me, I wasn’t interested in him in that way. At first.
A couple of months after meeting him, we were assigned to the same co-ed small group Bible study. (We had been in different ones – it was a ministry of 150+ people at that time.) We talked about the Bible in a group of 10 or 15 people. Nothing much happened between us there.
It was at our weekly Prayer meeting that I really started to notice him. In February (6 months after I first met Jeff), a group from the ministry was going on a ski trip. Jeff was praying for that group and he prayed something like “Lord, I pray that the ski paths would be easily discernible and the trees soft.” It was pretty funny to me. He wasn’t a flippant pray-er as I had been hearing him pray for weeks about all kinds of issues – city problems, church, ministries, employment for people, non-Christians, whatever prayer requests that were raised. So, this wasn’t a man that was laughing at God or making fun of prayer. But still, my interest was piqued.
That’s when my heart started to turn and look at him. I noticed other things: the way he helped set the tables for dinner, picked up chairs at the end of the night, ran threw lyric slides for the praise team, always prepared for study, wasn’t a flirt with the ladies. I learned that he’s been involved in church plants before and, at the time, was attending a pretty small church that had Saturday night services that he attended faithfully even though he was the only single guy. Since I saw him at Prayer on Sundays and Bible Study on Mondays and I knew he was at church on Saturdays, that was quite a bit. He also told me that he intentionally schedules 1-2 nights/week at home to make sure he doesn’t get over-involved in any one thing or overly tired. As someone who overcommits herself, that was SERIOUSLY impressive.
So we continued to get to know each other. And I learned that usually on Mondays, he drives back home to where he grew up (about 90 minutes away) to eat dinner with his family and to go to Jazz Band practice. The band was taking a mini-break off, so that’s why he was able to be at study. He played trumpet in a jazz band (the big band kind — think 15-20 people in a band) and had for years!
Except I couldn’t even remember that it was that he played. I knew it was an instrument that started with a T and not being musical myself, I just got it all wrong. So I’d ask him how his Tuba playing was going. Or the Triangle. Or the Trombone. Sometimes, I said Trumpet, but I got it wrong more often than I got it right. I was a dork.
- A trumpet != tuba != triangle != trombone. If you’re starting to like a guy, do your best to remember the instrument he plays.
- A heartfelt prayer is impressive!