We were at a coffee shop we frequented called “The Mugs”. You had just flown back from your Europe trip a few days prior and I could tell you wanted to tell me all about it. Still jet lagged but looking better than ever. The weather was perfect and we grabbed a seat outside to enjoy the warm sun of So-Cal. As we ate gim-bap (Korean sushi dish), we escaped into conversation as you re-lived your trip to Paris, Barcelona and London. I wish I was there with you – not for the destinations, but to see them in the backdrop with you as the centerpiece.
It wasn’t long until we came back to reality and I notice the quantity of our food quickly dwindling. Here was my opportunity – I acted fast but deliberately. I shared with you greater pieces of my testimony in becoming a born-again believer. I say pieces because along with them came brokenness. Here was the culmination of great preparation: prayer, counsel, and more prayer. This was a spiritual battle which had to be fought alongside any and all the spiritual artillery I had at my disposal. This pivotal battle could shape the outcome of the war.
I didn’t weep but I was close to it. I recognized the weight of what I was sharing with you, and it was overwhelming, but I’m commanded to love as Christ loves me. So I held my tears, knowing it would only weigh on your response. My training had prepared me well.
I wasn’t sure how you would respond, but as each scenario began to play out in my head, scene after scene each increasing in degrees of severity and awkwardness, I felt your hand touch mine – its warmth was magnified and I could feel the softness of your skin. For a moment the chatter around us fazed out and the birds stopped chirping – it was just you and me.
In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our transgressions, according to the riches of His grace – Ephesians 1:7
Why me? Why did God choose to save me and why did he send someone like you? It is the Grace of God – simple. Quite literally, you are Grace given by God. As we walked toward my car, you ran up and interlocked your arm with mine – perhaps as a way of telling me everything will be okay. You never were the talkative type, but communication is not only done through words. Nevertheless, I didn’t allow my expectations to run unchecked and our night was concluded.
I knew I was looking for a mature and godly girl, but no one could have prepared me for the package you bring. Just as a picture could never capture the full beauty of reality, I knew what to look for but could never speak to it experientially. You are everything I could ever ask for and so much more. You are, as scripture describes it in the verse right after the above verse, grace that He “lavished” on us.
that He lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding. – Ephesians 1:8
Early on for us, you shared my testimony (the G-rated version) to one of your coworkers. You shared how through God’s redemptive work in my life, you were able to share the gospel with a coworker. “What a thoughtful and mature person” I thought.
Siji’s testimony of her upbringing spoke to your soul which I knew by your deep reflections on the painful yet real hurt that our fellow church members experience. “Life is not so picture perfect” you said to which I thought “True that!”.
Little did I know, all these micro-conversations would be pre-cursors to how you would respond to me and the moral failings of my pre-converted life. As much as my cup of grace overflows, so does my cup of gratitude. Thank you my dear Sharon. You are my everything. You have all of me.

