The next morning, I woke up with a heart full of anticipation. It felt like the entire world had shifted overnight, as if God Himself had whispered, “This is the beginning of what I have prepared for you.” I got ready and waited for Deacon Hermon’s message. Even the simple act of seeing his name appear on my phone made me smile.
We decided to start our day by visiting one of my favorite cafés, nothing fancy, just a quiet place where we could sit, talk, and enjoy each other’s presence without interruptions. As we sat across from each other, something felt beautifully different. There was a calmness between us, a peace that wrapped around us like a warm blanket. We were no longer two people walking in the same direction… we were two hearts walking together toward a shared future.
We talked about everything, our childhood memories, our dreams, our fears, our work, our families, and the kind of marriage we hoped to build. Nothing felt awkward or forced. Our conversations flowed naturally, as if God Himself was guiding every word. I noticed the way he listened, so intentionally, with eyes that were gentle yet focused. There was a presence of humility and sincerity in him that made me feel safe, seen, and understood.
We stopped by my favorite Christian bookstore, because he wanted to visit it before returning home. I watched him browse through the shelves, examining each book with such quiet reverence that my heart softened even more. In that moment, I felt God gently reminding me: This is the kind of man who will lead your home spiritually. A man who loves Me before he loves you.
As the days went by, we spent more and more time together, walking through the city, visiting family, meeting my colleagues and friends. Every time I introduced him, saying, “This is my fiancé,” my heart filled with joy. It felt amazing to say those words, to stand beside a man who feared God, loved God, and walked humbly with Him. I thanked God silently each time for blessing me with someone whose faith strengthened mine.
We went out to eat, and before we touched our food, he gently led us in prayer. It was sincere and beautiful, another reminder that God was at the center of this story. Even the quiet moments were precious, just sitting near each other, no pressure, no pretending, no fear. Only peace. Only gratitude. Only the sweet comfort of two hearts resting in the goodness of God.
Each day God peeled back another layer of understanding, showing me more of the role I was stepping into. Being the wife of a deacon was not only a blessing it was a responsibility. A calling of its own. I would have to be patient, prayerful, supportive, and strong. But instead of feeling intimidated, I felt honored.
On our final day together before I dropped him off at the airport, we found a little time to sit down for a simple lunch. We talked about the future, about marriage, and the life we hoped to build. And with a calm confidence, he said, “May God lead everything according to His will. If He wills it, nothing can stand in the way.”
I felt my heart melt. There was nothing more beautiful to me than a man whose words were rooted not in emotion, but in faith.
As I drove him to the airport, I wished the days wouldn’t end. I dreaded saying goodbye, I had tears quietly streaming down my face as my heart ached with the weight of the moment. Yet deep within, I knew God was arranging every detail with purpose. When we said our goodbyes, we smiled softly at one another, carrying the quiet understanding that this was not the end, but only the beginning.
And little did I know… God was preparing us for moments even more beautiful.
To be continued…
Tewahedo Orthodox Girl 