to minister to a small village in the country of Rwanda located on the African continent. Wow -- I thought. I am not sure if I could do that. Our House Church supported her with love, money as we were able, and prayer. I am sure that of the three, prayer was the most coveted by her. She sent us letters telling us how things were going there in Rwanda. And then she broke her arm on the trip. When I found out about that I started praying for her. I am not sure about what was going through her mind, but for me it was: "I am in a foreign country's hospital, are they doing this right", "I wish my family was here", and a host of other questions and thoughts. All I wanted was for God to keep her safe and let her know that her family and House Church missed and loved her. God brought her safely back to us later that summer.

As she started back to school for nursing, the inner beauty, that I had seen in Katie, and had come to adore, was being reflected out of her

physical body, and I was feeling very attracted to her in every sense of the word, but I did not know how to approach her. Would she reject me as so many other women had by telling me that they just saw me as a friend or brother? I figured that I would show her how much I cared about her. I would honor her at every opportunity I had. I opened doors for her, walked her to her car, and asked her to lunch and also out for dessert with the other singles in our House Church. I just hoped that she was beginning to see how much I cared for her.

During the fall of 2008 our House Church had the opportunity to minister to a group in Houtzdale, Pennsylvania. It was then that I confided in numerous people that I was very interested in Katie, and even with much encouragement from others in our House Church, members of my own family, and the people that we were ministering too, I was too nervous to talk to her about it. So when the weekend ended, I started inviting her to