The distraction

(continuation from last Sunday)

My mother noticed I was in love just by looking at my face... she kept me posted about Renato but nothing new happened for the following three months. And so she kept on looking and found yet another candidate. This one was already interested in me and both parents were in the church. His mother told my mother about his interest and so unlike me, my mother quickly forgot about Renato...

'At least his family is in the church Cris, why don't you give him a shot?'

I hadn't seen him, at least I don't remember ever seeing him, and I didn't want to... I had my mind on the unavailable pastor she told me about in the previous months. She insisted that I'd at least talk to him on the phone and one day, she went to the point of calling him and handling me the phone. Thanks mom!

The phone call with the 'new candidate' took way too long. I couldn't wait to hang it up but he kept on trying to impress me about his spirituality... but I thought, if he was really spiritual, he wouldn't need to prove it to me.

While my mother cheered for the new guy, I kept my faith on the one I'd hardly even see. In the Brazil's winter of 1990, I was off school and consequently more active in the church. I'd assist in the morning meetings on Tuesdays and Fridays, and would even go out with an evangelism group sometimes. I also decided to change the way I prayed for Renato.

I asked God to bless his fiancee with someone better than him and if he was God's will for me, that God would send him to me in some miraculous way. I made the same prayer over and over again until one day, I heard the news.

Continues next Monday.