The unusual cold air burned a scar across their cheeks as they gazed into each others eyes. Both were shaking...was it the cold? Or was it the nerves? 
Regardless of the fact they both began to laugh. The sign of something better to come. The pair stood in a street of a small town, the places were closed, the street was clear. The moon shined down on them as the arctic breeze sliced through the moment. Each time one of them spoke the other just gazed into their eyes and instantly wondered to themselves, "Is this happening?" The question of the evening was "why"? Why had he continued to talk to her? Why did she continue to reply? They had discussions that lasted through the night, into the morning. Had trips on days of sun and mornings of fog. He was coming away from the scars that lay from his past, she was coming in with a single mission with no intent on living the moment she was in at the time.
The writer sat across the street, clinging tight to his jacket watching the two converse into the morning. Both of them had classes in the morning, but neither would leave. He never heard, "Well, I better get going", never a "I had fun but I need sleep." Instead the writer heard, "I am not tired one bit", "Why did He bring us together?" The questions echoed through the night.
She would bring her head down for moments throughout the night, each time conversing with the One that brought them to the moment. Seeking answers, terrified of mistakes, talking of the future, fearing what might be true. He stood there watching her, thinking of the dreams of the past, the woman in there he'd never seen before. The same woman staring him in the eyes through the night. "What do we do?" they asked one another. By the end of the conversation neither had an answer except, "Not now, it is time to be patient and see what He does." And with that they boarded their vehicles and went their separate ways.
As she drove toward the east, moon still shining bright only one thought crossed her mind as it raced into the night, "God, could it be? Is he it?"
As he drove toward the west, moon still shining bright only one thought crossed his mind as it raced into the night, "God, could it be? Is she is?"
The writer put his pen in his pocket, folded his book of thoughts and began to walk along the street asking the simple question, "Did I just see creation before my own eyes?"
The wind howled, the clouds left an empty sky, the tempo had changed, a book was closed. He lied in bed, thinking of what just took place, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a long day, but counting the blessings of the night he just lived. As he drifted to sleep a final thought slipped through.
"Hey Dad,
I'm scared, I think You just rocked my world. I know not what to expect, but I trust your guidance. Bless her for Your wonder radiates around her. Thank You.
Amen"
She jumped into bed, wrapped the covers around her, took a deep breath and looked to ceiling as if bringing upon a conversation between her and her Creator.
"Father,
I desire to honor You. I do not understand completely what is going on. I thank You for my brother in Christ. His uniqueness is something of which I've never witnessed. Only You can show us the way to take. Bless Him for his desire to grow, understand, and please.
Amen"
