Omar, Whitney, and other leaders at YL camp, circa 2005 aka before I entered the picture
Our first encounter was in
On day two of the trip, Omar and I were placed in the same share group. We were supposed to share how we came to have a relationship with God. There were three of us in the group, but it only felt like two. Omar and I bonded over our identical lives; our South American lawyer fathers who weren’t around to raise us, and our ridiculous high school experiences which landed us in the arms of our heavenly Father. Later that day we played a game called “Assassins,” where you covertly shoot each other with water guns. We were all handed pieces of paper with someone else’s name on it, and it became our job to “kill” our target. I was assigned to Omar, so I hid the paper with his name on it in the old testament of my bible, and shot him in the face.
Omar (and Jon) on the wonderous, giant, inflatable slide in Pioche, circa 2005
I remember praying for my future husband a lot during that trip,
how was I to know that he was right under my nose?
to be continued...