I don’t like to write about relationships that much.   Scratch that.  I don’t like to write about romantic relationships that much, because for some reason – when the Christian community talks about relationships it always gets a little too intense, a little too fast.  So I am going to say this upfront.  I am single.  But I am not looking to marry the first man that walks in the door and asks me out…

Her name was Tina.  And I met her at a fleamarket.   I imagine her now, after our little encounter, as God’s birthday present to me, but at the time all I could see was that she had a navy blue ribbon in her hair.   She was middle aged and shorter than me by about seven inches.  Her hair was a grain color at the ends, and grey for about an inch at the root.  She…