Some of the time when I'm resting, I think, 'Gracious God, my future spouse is out there some place and I may know him, or I may not, and I can't help thinking about the thing he's doing and I keep thinking about whether he knows me.' I just consistently believe that is captivating to such an extent that in any event, when you were two years of age, your future husband was out there some place.
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