my first vehicle on my own (yeah it was an old rusted Ford with a messed up hydraulic clutch but I loved it). After my divorce I went back to college full time and worked full time and helped start a children’s ministry. At home I played with my dogs and my horse. I was busy, I was happy…what more could an old country girl want? Evidently more…
Meanwhile far, far, away in the Bitter Root Mountains of Idaho, a Pastor felt the Lord releasing him from his current pastorate. The church he had started from the ground-up. The congregation he loved. Ever obedient he answered “Yes Lord, but where?”
He too had been busy rebuilding a life after the shock of his spouse of 23yrs, suddenly walked away. He too had spent 3 yrs divorced and had dated only once, briefly.
His position as pastor was bi-vocational, which meant that if he wanted to eat and pay bills he had to work somewhere other than just being the pastor. The church did not provide a salary. He was the one that usually provided the money for the heat bill or light bill at the church anyway; after all it was a labor of love. So he would spend his days traveling many miles (his territory covered 7 counties) to tune pianos. In the evening he would work in his shop refinishing pianos, or making calls for the following day. He had just finished remodeling his piano shop and the business was doing well. Many times he adjusted his work around the needs of he congregants. Life was good, he loved the mountains, the people, what more could he want? Evidently more…
Hummmmmm…….how in the world did we meet? E-Harmony.com. Yup yesssireee ya read it right. See George had joined for three months and was on his last month. I had been offered a free one-month trail. October 3, 2003 I came home from work a little disappointed because my plans for the evening with friends had fallen through. I sat down and stared at the screen for a while and then remembered “Oh yeah…I joined that thingy this morning before work”. Sure enough I opened it up and I had 5 matches (yes my search parameters were rather strict). The third one was a fellow from Idaho. Idaho…where in the blazes is Idaho?
Every spare moment for the next week was spent checking the website and visiting with matches. I was nervous about all this. I had gained a ton of weight over the past few years despite all my efforts (gym everyday after work, walking 2 miles with dogs, etc). Two recent surgeries (gall bladder then 9 months later [April 1, ’03 – no Fooling] exploratory emergency surgery for appendix, ovary, and fallopian tube) had left scars, and something was not quite right with my legs.
By the second week the field had been narrowed to one – George the pastor from Idaho. We just clicked on so many levels. Most important to both of us, we shared the same faith, the same views on doctrine, and the same personal relationship with our Lord Jesus Christ.
Meanwhile, back at work my co-workers teased me daily about finding the Idaho axe murder online. Gotta Love’em…. thanks Brandi.
Oh yeah, my grown children were pretty sure that mom had lost it.
George was smart. He kept his mouth closed and avoided all of this harassment!
We typed our fingers off for about two weeks until George offered his number. I was surprised…really…I hadn’t scared him off yet? I had sent current photos. He did almost scare me off though when he “Googled” my address and then asked if I lived on county road such and such. (Fr a moment I thought my co-worker Brandi might have been correct about that psycho thingy.)
November arrived and we were e-mailing cards to each other daily. Every evening that was free we were on the phone (thank goodness for unlimited long distance). One evening George asked “What if I fly down there for Thanksgiving”? DUH…. dummy me the first thing out of my mouth was “you can’t stay here, you’ll need to get a hotel room”! I’m kinda eloquent like that. Then I was so embarrassed that I had assumed that he would do anything but get a hotel room. My youngest son was coming home from college for Thanksgiving so he of course appointed himself my bodyguard. Geezzz….
We would finally meet in person after almost two months of e-mails and phone calls. I was ecstatic and scared to death! I was also hoping that my limp would not show. It was getting harder and harder not to drag my right foot with out swinging my hip. You see about two weeks after meeting George online I woke up one Saturday morning and my right leg would not move – at all. Scary, very scary. Finally I squirmed and wiggled and repositioned myself until my leg began to work a little. My daughter was treating me to my first professional (store bought) pedicure ever (I told you I was an old country girl), by the time she arrived to pick me up I could walk, but my right leg drug. So the following Monday morning I made an appointment with a Chiropractor. That seemed to resolve the issue and I tried to forget about it.
Ok so here’s the stupid part. Well the really stupid part. I drove an hour to the big city airport at 11:50pm (frequent flyer miles, have to fly when they have space) by myself to pick up a guy I’d never met in person before. Ok, ok, I’m not quite that stupid…. I had run background checks; called references (after checking out their numbers and backgrounds)…do I sound a little paranoid? Yeah, but I still drove down in the dark, by myself, THANK YOU JESUS that he was who he said he was! Anyway back to sanity…
Did I mention I was nervous? I had a few concerns. What would George think when he saw me in person? I had been honest about my weight from the get-go. Oh well if nothing else I had just made a great new friend and he would get to see a part of the U.S. that he had never traveled to before. Also…. George is 10 years older than I. Hummmm…. I hope he doesn’t walk like an old man (I actually had that thought – what a hypocrite). I remember walking back toward the unloading area trying to look…uh..uh…not so fat, when all of a sudden around the corner briskly strides this wonderful smiling man that I would have known anywhere! He looked just like his pictures. I barely had time to recognize him (and close my gaping mouth), before he was in front of me. He warmly greeted me as he set his bags down and immediately gave me a great big hug.
We drove the hour back to my smaller city that I lived outside of, talking all the way. Neither one of us had eaten all day so we drove to the only thing open – Denny’s. We ate and visited and laughed until 3 a.m. when suddenly George looked at me and said, “ Well I was going to wait until the end of the week but I already know”. With that he came around to my side of the booth, kneeled down on one knee, and proposed! He had the ring (custom made 17 diamonds count’em baby) in his pocket. Wowzeers! I managed to say yes through my immediate shock and then finally our first kiss! Needless to say the rest of the week was a blur and so happy!
George returned to Idaho and we returned to phone calls and e-cards. However, he surprised me a few days after he returned home by asking “Would you like to come to Idaho for Christmas”? Once again I was searching for Idaho on a map.
Christmas in Idaho was picture perfect, beautiful mountains, 300 ft. pine trees, gorgeous clear wide rivers, and everything covered in snow, lots of snow. I met most of his family, friends, and members of his congregation. He was who he said he was. Duh…thank goodness since I’d already said yes…let’s just blame that part on my undiagnosed SCT.
Remember my limp? Well, it got worse in Idaho. This southwestern girl did learn an important snow related tip while sledding with future nieces. Never, never, ever step off of the snow packed trail…even with one foot. I did and sunk up to my hip on one side. George had to hoist his rotund bride-to-be out of the snow. Good thing he’s strong. Good thing I have a sense of humor and could kinda-sorta cover….UGH!
The two weeks I spent in Idaho passed way too fast and once again I found my self back in Oklahoma visiting with George by e-cards and phone calls. We knew it was time to set a date for the wedding. George ended up being the one to pick it. George also made the decision to relocate to Oklahoma. Even though I had loved every minute of being in Idaho, it was the very first Christmas in my life to be away from my children and grandchildren. I tried to hide my emotions, but he was on to me. He knew.