Our Love Story
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The Thanksgiving Dinner
For Thanksgiving, I decided to throw a dinner party for some of my single friends. Amy and I went to Central Market on Broadway to stock up on supplies. I had printed a recipe on-line from Martha Stewart. She might have the personality of a gnat, but she comes up with some pretty good recipes.

Well anyway, Martha's recipe involved basting the bird in a wine-butter sauce every hour on the hour while the turkey was covered with a cheese cloth. I bought one of the free-range refrigerated turkeys. Plus, I wanted to whip up my specialty cranberry chutney - a recipe from my good friends - the McElwee Family in Raleigh, North Carolina.

I think Amy was intrigued by my passion for cooking. What can I say? After watching Emeril LaGasse and Rachel Ray on the Food TV Network, I wanted to express myself creatively in the kitchen. It all looked like a lot of fun.

She wasn't particularly domestic. When she ate at her apartment, it was usually a salad. Cutting vegetables? Yes. Cooking? No.

The Thanksgiving table at my apartment had all of the traditional trimmings - sweet potatoes with marshmallows, green beans, gravy - not to mention the 20 pound bird inspired by Martha. The candles were lit, the orange and red flowers were fragrant and the fire was roaring in the fireplace behind me. My new collection of CDs featuring music from the 1950's set a nice ambiance.

After we said grace, I started carving the turkey on its big platter at the table. After all, that's how my father had always done it growing up. This idea of pre-slicing the turkey in the kitchen seems sacrilegious somehow. As I carefully garnished the turkey slices with some parsley on the plates as they were being passed, I invited my friends to share with everyone three separate things for which they were thankful.

Most of my friends referenced God, family and health. All eyes were on Amy. Without missing a beat, she said, "I'm thankful for Adam."

To be honest, that was the last thing I ever expected out of her mouth. I felt a little self-conscious and slightly embarrassed, but was simultaneously thrilled inside.

The friendship is nurtured
Her wedding had been scheduled for March 9, 2002. And she felt led by the Lord not to date anyone until at least June 1st of that year. Enough time to let her heart heal.

That was perfectly fine with me. After all, we were just friends - friends that spent a lot of time together. It always seemed to be the familiar fivesome - my good friends Amos Ramirez and Todd Reid, her roommate Amy Gossett, Amy and me.

Family Man Movie
Nearly every Sunday evening we would prepare a meal together, enjoying each other's company, laughing over chicken and broccoli. Oftentimes, we would wrap up the evening with a game of Cranium or a movie. One stands out - Family Man starring Nicolas Cage and Téa Leoni.

The Internet Move Database calls it "A modern-day Frank Capra story". Jack Campbell, a successful and talented businessman, is happily living his single life. He has everything, or so he thinks. One day he wakes up in a new life where he didn't leave his college girlfriend for a London trip. He's married to Kate, lives in Jersey and has two kids. Jack gets a glimpse of what his life would have been like if he'd married her" including an incredibly loving and satisfying relationship.

Deep inside of me that night, I identified with Jack Campbell. On the outside, I seemed to have everything going for me - a relationship with Jesus Christ, parents who loved me unconditionally, and a wonderful group of friends. And, until just recently, I had been employed as a radio talk show host, empowering listeners to take a stand for Him. But I yearned for marriage to the woman who would be my helpmate, who would stand by my side through thick and thin.

My Desire To Be Married
At one point on that Community Bible Church's singles retreat, Todd Phillips was impressing upon us the importance of Scripture memory. He asked for several volunteers to demonstrate which verses they could recall off the top of their heads. Without a moment's hesitation, I raised my hand and recited Genesis 2:18: "The Lord God said, 'It is not good for Adam to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.'" The audience laughed, recognizing my personal heart cry to be married.

In what was no doubt a fleeting moment, I wondered in the back of my mind, whether Amy Holzer might be a helper suitable for this Adam.

Her roommate Amy Gossett had a heart for missions. She had participated in and ultimately led a number of Teen Mania trips overseas. Her passion for the lost and her intimate time with the Lord in the mornings was infectious.

Before Amy knew what was happening, they were both spending their first hour at 5 in the morning on their faces before the Lord, seeking His face at the start of their day. For a while they participated in several Beth Moore Bible studies through Community Bible Church, digging deep into God's Word as they sought to apply His precepts to their lives. Oftentimes, they were so moved by the various revelations of God, they would be moved to tears.

I made a mental note.

Continued >> Type of woman I wanted

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