Two years ago yesterday I sat across from Laura at an eccentric local restaurant and repeatedly stabbed a syrup-soaked pancake with my fork.
We were having a late breakfast together and discussing me meeting her parents later that week. It was the “define the relationship” talk and I was not suave or smooth. Mostly, I stabbed my pancake a lot and beat around the bush.
But because God is good and Laura was starting to really like me, it didn’t matter that I stabbed that pancake while I should have been shooting straight (except to tell as a funny story later).
God had his plan for me–a cute Florida blond who didn’t mind too much that I was chubby and who now loves me more than I deserve.
While I stabbed a pancake, God was doing a miracle. (Her name is Laura Slavich now).