In Love With A Mystery Part 5

"I am my Beloved's and my Beloved is mine" - Song of Solomon 6:3

Now, it had been weeks and weeks that I had been attending the little Church. And, it may have been even two months since I had seen the mystery guy.

By this time, I had begun to feel comfortable in this little place. Not many knew any of my talents. No one knew what ministry teams I had been involved with at my Christian College in another State, also I wasn’t advertising that I just completed a ministry practicum, and because I wasn’t the Grand Pastor’s child, I didn’t just fill in where ever needed. So, it was actually very relaxing to not be ask or volunteering to do this and that!

And, no one had mentioned anything about hooking me up with anyone in awhile.

So, I felt like I was flying underneath the radar.

Until that night!

Just before service, a married man came up to me. Now, I had never talked to this man before in my life! So when he said, “Carmen, I hear you are interested in getting to know the 'mystery man'. It is the talk of the Church in our circle. There are several married ladies that are excited about matching you up.”

It was pretty awkward!

But, in true fashion when I am not sure what to do, I do one of two things (1) Smile and act like I know what they are talking about as they spill their hoop -la and I absorb all sorts of information or (2) Try to concentrate with all my might on not showing that I am shock and appear as if I have no idea what is going on all the while trying not to blow a gasket. I did the latter. However, I have no idea how this man interpreted my facial expression.

But, this was the first indication that all had not been as I had thought.

I had just got a glimpse of the fact that my name had been the target of the inner workings of the match-making church ladies. At this time though I wasn't worried. Didn't I just come out of Christian College where most women go to get their MRS. degree?

So, that night just before service, I had glanced over toward the mystery man's “non-assigned but creature of habit” pew to notice he wasn't there! So, I still felt a little safe.

Safety in this case was short lived!

To my surprise when the Choir came out from the side doors. There he was. He was walking in with the choir and sitting in the Tenor section.

I remember thinking right then! “This is not good for me. Not good indeed."

Any man that has a voice who can serenade a girl will make a woman go weak at the knees. So, immediately I put my mind back in the right frame and reminded myself that maybe, like most churches, ¾ of the choir is filled with really bad back ground singers and only a few people that can really sing.

Unfortunately for me, the mystery man took the microphone along with some other ladies and they began singing as back up for worship for the Ministry Guy, Brett.

I remember thinking, “Oh Heavens! He is here. I am afraid to look." I had spent weeks concentrating on only looking at the front, concentrating only on worship the Lord, and also I didn't want to give anyone any reason to catch me taking glances to his area. But, now, here he was standing in front of me.

At that time, I thought. " He hasn't been here. Maybe, he doesn’t know about all the busy bodies!”

I did the only thing a girl could do. I shut my eyes and began singing. And, before I knew it, I was worshiping the Lord and forgot all about the mystery man on the platform.

But, I can assure you it didn’t last long because he and a sweet lady named Mrs. Vicki sang a beautiful song that night.

I had to open my eyes then.
Just incase he looked in my direction.
I didn't want him to think I had fallen asleep in church.

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