The first part of this story is when FosterDad arrives at our church. Read it first!
Here’s the second part of how we met told from FosterDad’s point of view…
It was the summer of 1979. I had just completed my sophomore year of College, and my parents had just moved to a tiny little community in Central Texas. The Church my Dad had just become Pastor of, were taking their teenagers to Glorieta Baptist Conference Center (in New Mexico) for a Youth Camp. I had no plans to go on this trip and besides I had already secured a job for the summer and needed to make as much money as possible before the fall semester started.
|Our church group at Glorieta|
A week or so before the group was to leave, the Youth Pastor came to me and asked me if I would be willing to go with them to Glorieta as a sponsor, as well as, help drive the old church bus to New Mexico. I gave him several reasons why I couldn’t, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and I finally relented and told him I would go.
At 19 years of age, I was the youngest sponsor on the trip, but still several years older than most of the young people who had signed up to go. I had not had time to meet most of the young people on the trip, so getting to know them would be my first order of business.
I spotted an empty seat next to a very cute little brunette, and made my way to that seat…