The love story of my husband and me.
This is our love story—the love story of my husband and me. It’s semi-true. The only difference in real life and imagination is that I believe God put us together, not Cupid. Cupid is just an imaginary addition to the story because you know. It’s Valentine’s Day.
June 2, 1991
Another day. It’s time for another mission. Who will I be matching today? I want this one to be a challenge. Last match I did was high school sweethearts. That was nice and easy. I want to do something different today…
There! That gal… right there. Oh, that’s Liza. I know her. I had struck her before. It was a bull’s eye—love at first sight. But it didn’t end into a “happily ever after.” She resisted. Something to do with her “commitment,” she said. Something about “love is more than emotion… that it goes beyond.” Ah… looks like she’s ready for another love… let’s see…
There! That guy… right there. He’s got what Liza is looking for. Same belief, same passion. Hmmm… this might be the one. But from the looks of this… this is going to be a challenge. They have a lot of differences. Hey, this is the challenge I was thinking about.
Cupid devised a plan. But his power is limited—circumstances have to align. And one day, it did!
Perfect! A mission team was formed at Hope Chapel and Bradley is going. This is perfect timing! Now I just have to wait until their paths cross… The time has come. They meet! Ready…aim…shoot!
The church mission is for two weeks, but it’s only two days that Bradley and Liza worked together. They spent the time ministering to the poor. It was their passion…to help others just as Jesus helped them.
Two weeks went by fast. Nothing romantic happened. Goodbyes were said.
Rats! What must I do? Think! Think!
Liza wrote to Bradley and asked him for a copy of the photo he took. Bradley wrote back.
This is good… this is really good.
Bradley and Liza continue to write each other. Their correspondence grew, their friendship grew deeper. They got to know each other more. Phone calls—letters—lots of letters back and forth.
I think it’s time for reinforcements. Ready… aim… shoot!
Bradley wrote a letter to Liza telling her about the story of Isaac and Rebecca. Liza wrote a letter to Bradley telling him of the story of Rebecca and Isaac. They mailed their cards. The cards crossed over the ocean… from Maui to Philippines… from Philippines to Maui.
When they received the mail, they knew they were meant for each other.
Lovely! Just lovely! This is working out. Now it’s time for the proposal…
Bradley sent a beautiful card with his proposal to Liza. He mailed it and waited patiently for her response.
He waited… and waited… and waited. In the meantime, Liza was waiting for a letter from Bradley. She waited… and waited… and waited. The letter never arrived. It got lost in the mail!
Darn it! Who stole that card? Who stole the card! This is making me upset!
Bradley couldn’t wait any longer. He called… he asked… Liza didn’t know what to say… she didn’t get the letter… and when she heard of the proposal, she was speechless!
October 19, 1993
Oh, it’s a lovely day… a special day. There she is—the bride. She’s beautiful as she walks down the aisle to her groom waiting at the altar. Mission accomplished.
Cupid smiled, flapped his tiny little wings and flew away for another day.