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The advertisement for a marriage seminar caught my eye.  It asked the question, “What do you and your husband have in common?”  An anonymous woman had scrawled across it in red ink, “We were married on the same day!” I burst out laughing.  But early on in my marriage, I probably would have burst into tears.

My American husband, Jim, and I met in Nairobi, Kenya. I was twenty, lonely, on the rebound from a broken relationship, and had no family in the country.  My parents had returned to England because my father’s tour of duty with the Royal Air Force had ended.  Instead of going back to England with them, I decided to stay.

Shortly after that I met Jim.  He strode into the small, English church I had attended since becoming a believer three years earlier, and all my female senses went crazy:  Who is this man? Is…

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