He handed me a driver license with my picture on it. "Lisa Kilroy. Who are you?" I asked.
"Why, I'm Mr. Kilroy, your husband."
"What?" I asked flabbergasted.
Before I could object he slid two rings on my finger. I gasped at the sight of them.
"Some guys like the one big single diamond approach, but as for me I like the look of lots of smaller ones. It's more sparkly. What do you think?"
I stared at the sparkling rings, "They're real?" I whispered out.
"Of course they are! I don't buy fake gemstones, especially not for my wife!" He responded in mock affront.
I looked up at him, "Married?" I said still not believing he would pick such a cover.
"Yes married! You don't want these good people to think we're living the life of sin now do you?"
There was no time for questions, as we were at the doors being greeted. I smiled wanly and then more or less felt myself dragged inside.
My face hurt from smiling. Everything was radically different, but I had to admit the message was rather theme appropriate, to the point that it seemed tailor made. I almost felt guilty for everyone else in the church having to sit through a sermon that was so obviously just meant for me, it seemed.
It opened my eyes a lot. Some part of me still couldn't believe he had stopped to go to church. Flint in so many ways just seemed so cool and it was kind of exciting to know that such a man could be a man of faith too. It was yet another interesting tidbit of information, as to who the man, that I had fallen in love with was. Not only had he stopped to go to church, but he was busy in the work of bringing me into a meaningful and redemptive salvation.
"Well what do you think?" He asked softly into my ear.
"I'm glad I came in. I'm glad you care enough for me to share this with me." I said looking up to meet his eyes still feeling crushed inside by the understanding of what I didn't know about faith.
"I care very much for you Lisa."
He slipped my mother's necklace into my hand and I looked up at him in question. "You know where you need to go in search of answers now, which is directly to God through Jesus, so I don't think there's any harm in you having something that's more about your mother than anything else."
My fingers closed over the treasured relic of my mother's and I leaned my head down onto Flint's shoulder. I'd already received far more than I'd lost with making this step to experience God more fully and find out where I fit into His plan for my life.