Our Story : The Beginning

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It is hard to believe that Tim and I have been married ten years next week. I thought I would spend some time this month sharing our story. Also, how appropriate to begin our story on a Friday the 13th…

Before I met Tim, I was a fourth grade teacher. I spent my Friday nights at an International Folk Dancing class. I was the youngest by a decade or two but I really enjoyed it. Eventually, the people who ran the class invited me to join their performing Polish Folk Dancing group.

Our story actually starts in Richmond, the night after a dance performance at a Polish lady’s house. Somehow at the breakfast table, Donald and I started talking about my love life. Or lack thereof. Anyway, Donald is a fun guy, but he’s one of those guys that has a new girlfriend every week. At some point I said that I was waiting until I got married to have sex and probably until I was engaged to kiss. He was floored, but said he knew a couple of hard core Christian guys. Well, we left and I pretty much didn’t think anything of it.

Apparently, that night Donald went to a Super Bowl Party. He was talking about our conversation with a group of guys and was so amazed that there was a girl who just wanted a nice guy who loved Jesus. So he asked if anyone would be interested in a girl like that. Apparently two guys raised their hands and Donald picked Tim. Donald showed him my picture on Facebook.

Donald told me that a guy named Tim Faust was going to send me a friend request on Facebook. On Tuesday, February 3, 2009, Tim and I became Facebook friends. He then sent me a message and asked if there was another way he could reach me besides Facebook. So I sent him my phone number.

Two hours later, he called me. We talked for about an hour. During our conversation, he talked about the possibility of getting a new job in another country like Philippines or Afghanistan. On the phone we talked about how God is Sovereign, and so if He wants something to happen it will, no matter where Tim is. But when I got off the phone I prayed, “God, if you want me to be in a relationship with this guy, he needs to be local.” So the very next day, we’re on the phone and Tim says, “I can’t really explain it, but I feel like God is staying I need to stay here. And I think you might be a big part of the reason why.”

We talked every night that week for at least an hour and decided we needed to meet in person.

Monday, February 9 was our first date. I walked into Tropical Smoothie, and the first word out of his mouth is not “Hi.” but “Wow!” Apparently, I look better in person than in my Inspiration Awards pictures. We hung out for about four hours and set up another outing for Friday night. We talked on the phone every night in between.

On Friday, February 13th, we meet at the beach. We walked for four miles on the boardwalk. We talked about lots of random things. After our walk, I stood there, waiting for him to get out of the portapotty, staring at the ocean, and knew that I had never felt this safe or protected or loved before.

We then headed to TGI Fridays for some food where we decided we can officially call each other boyfriend and girlfriend. Then we went to my house to hang out. I introduced Tim to my dad as my boyfriend. What happens next is what I call Tim getting to know my parents. But Tim refers to it as the interrogation. That is the difference between introverts and extroverts I guess.

Saturday was Valentines Day and I already had plans. I was to see a play with my best friend and also attend youth group that evening (I was a youth leader at my church). We decided that we were not going to do anything for Valentines Day but Tim would meet me at church on Sunday morning.

On Sunday, he showed up with a rose. I said, “I thought we weren’t going to do Valentines Day?” to which he responded, “It’s not Valentines Day!” He met a lot of people at church that day and got grilled by half of them. But everyone who met Tim liked him.

Our first official date as a couple was the following Saturday. We went to First Landing State Park to what we affectionately called “The Hallway of Trees.”

He told me he loved me on Tuesday over the phone. I told him I wasn’t ready to say it yet and I wouldn’t say it on the phone. He thought I would say it Saturday when I saw him in person. At which point I told him I couldn’t yet and when I did say it, it would mean I was ready to marry him.

The next Saturday, we went to Lakewood Park. We’d had already had our first fight and he was really down because of work and stuff. So we’re on this bench under the trees talking and I asked God what I could say to make him feel better. God said to tell him that I loved him, even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to marry him yet. I didn’t have to know that. So I told Tim that I loved him.

My last hesitation about Tim had to do with his faith. I spoke church-ese but Tim definitely didn’t so sometimes I wondered if we were on the same page spiritually. One morning I was asking God about it and then I read my Bible like I always do. It just so happens that in the book of Philippians (that I was reading anyway) there is a verse that says “Timothy has proved himself faithful to the Lord.” After that my mind was pretty much made up.

When Tim was a teenager, he was at Epcot with his family. While he was watching Riverdance he heard God say that his future wife would “have green eyes and be of Irish descent.” I just so happen to be Irish and have green eyes.