I heard him before I saw him. The sound of his voice made my heart flutter uncontrollably. This was the one I was waiting, waiting and still waiting for him to ask me out. I liked him a lot. I knew he liked me. We had become very good friends while working together on the youth leadership team.

It was late in the evening. Visiting hours at the hospital had long since finished. Our newborn daughter, whom I had traumatically delivered a few days earlier, was safe and snug in the care of the nursery staff. I walked, or waddled really, arm in arm with my husband to the after-hours exit door.

The platform came alive with flashing lights, billowing smoke and the pounding thump, thump of the base. Loud and energetic worship commenced. My eyes focused on the two young people leading the first song. A feeling of pride welled up in my heart and tears filled my eyes.