**I realized that every story I started writing, I got bored with. Therefore, I ended up losing it. Whenever I find it, I never remember where I was going with the story. So this time, I picked a story to start that I wouldn't get bored with, & I couldn't forget what I wanted to happen next in the book. How? Because this time I picked a real story. This time, I picked Our Story.**
So there I was. Sitting all alone during the first slow dance, and probably every other dance after that. Apparently I was the only one at my table who hadn’t made prior dance partner arrangements. As the dance began to pick up I sunk into my chair and examined the tables center piece; a glass square with an opening at the top where the clear marbles, water, and roses had been inserted.
Suddenly, there was an out-stretched hand to the right of me. I turned around and looked up to see a tall man, slightly tanned with blue eyes and blonde hair that had been slicked back almost professionally. He almost resembled a college scholar in his sleek black suit and maroon tie, but I knew he couldn’t be more than twenty.
“Come on.” He smiled at me and tipped his head toward the dance floor. Normally, I would never, but something inside of me(possibly the mystery of a perfect, handsome stranger) just couldn’t resist.
I slowly and softly placed my palm into his and he led me to an open area near the edge of the dance floor. Since I was at least six inches shorter than him(even in heels), we took a moment to awkwardly adjust ourselves(or at least attempt to) so that we may have possibly looked some type of normal.
We danced in silence for a few moments before he blurted out “I’m Chris, by the way.” Through the deafness of music and foot clattering.
“I’m Ebony.” I managed, as I looked up to make quick eye contact for only the second time. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m usually not a shy person. But there was just something about Chris that made me feel bashful. Was it the handsome smile? The sophisticated way he carried himself? Or maybe it was the fact that even though we were barely touching, there was a connection. Almost as if I’d known him for so much longer than just a few short minutes.
After names were exchanged, the conversation slowly but surely began to pick up.
“So how do you know the bride and groom?” Chris asked, trying to pull me out of a shell that I was hiding in as if I was a child hiding behind a blanket.
“Uh, I used to go to YFC a little while back. You?”
“Um, same almost but it’s been a long time since I’ve been there. You know the saying ‘God is boom’?”
God is boom has been around Youth for Christ for a little while now. It doesn’t come up very often, but then again I only started going about maybe a year and a half ago. It’s more or less used to describe the power and omnipresence of God. Usually when someone neglects to find words for whatever it is they’re trying to say.
“Yeah, I’ve heard it before.” I told him.
“I made that up,” He smiled. “it was me that started that.”
“Really?” I said. “I never knew where it started. I haven’t been going for very long. Usually only Lightforce.”
Lightforce is almost like a youth group, but only on Saturday nights. It’s basically to keep kids off the streets and give them something better and productive to do. Usually it consists of playing a game, socializing, and the a power point, video, or “sermon” on something Bible related.
