When God Writes Your Love Story (Expanded Edition) The Ultimate Guide to Guy/Girl Relationships

by Ludy, Eric; Ludy, Leslie

• ISBN13: 9781601421654
• ISBN10: 1601421656
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2009-06-02
• Publisher: Multnomah

Summary

Using the "four secrets to an amazing love story," the Ludys present a Christ-centered approach to building a relationship that will stand the test of time.

Author Biography

Eric Ludy

As full-time speakers, writers, and musicians, Eric and Leslie Ludy challenge and encourage young adults and singles around the world to pursue holiness in every aspect of their lives. The Ludys live in Windsor, Colorado.

Leslie Ludy

As full-time speakers, writers, and musicians, Eric and Leslie Ludy challenge and encourage young adults and singles around the world to pursue holiness in every aspect of their lives. The Ludys live in Windsor, Colorado.

Excerpts

All the Kens and Barbies sat around the table. (Note: technically, it’s now supposed to be “Blaine and Barbie,” but I still have a soft spot for good old Ken.) Amid glistening smiles and Coppertone tans, the fragrance of Polo, with a hint of Skin So Soft (yes, this was the good ol’ nineties!) wafted through the café booth. I nibbled at my burrito as the conversation around me finally arrived at its ultimate destination.


“So, Kevin,” Barbie No. 1 flirted across the table, “tell us who you’re seeing now.”


Kevin, the son of a state senator, was used to having eyes upon him. Being a Tom Cruise look-alike has a way of boosting the ego. As he crunched a chip between perfect teeth, an “I thought you’d never ask” smirk found its way across his face.


As all of us camp counselors leaned in, eyes bulging with expectancy, Kevin finally revealed the secret in a low monotone: “Her name is…Sandra!”


This only added to the excitement and wonder, because no one had any idea who Sandra was.


“Is she a babe?” crooned the resident Brad Pitt, alias Mike from Wyoming.


Say no more! Swift as the bionicman, Kevin whipped out his wallet. Moments later we all observed a photograph of the “hottest girl on the planet,” as Kevin so proudly referred to her.


“Niiice!” came the rumble of approval from Brad Pitt and Matt Damon (Wayne from Denver).


“Ithink she has a huge nose!” grumbled one of the girls under her breath.


I continued to pick at my burrito.


Barbie No. 2, sitting beside Top Gun, was next in the heartthrob inquisition. She displayed a photo of her boyfriend to cheers of “You go, girl!” from the Barbies and disapproving rumbles about his skinny neck from the Kens, Brads,Matts, and Toms.


After a week of having to exhibit saintlike behavior to all the little campers and being superspiritual while around the camp leaders, it was time to let our hair down—time to let the real passions of life come out. I mean, in your late teens and early twenties, you can sing only so many spiritual camp songs before you need an infusion of good old-fashioned romance.


One year earlier, talks like this had really litmy fire. I used to love to brag about my love life at camp and exaggerate aboutmy“sexy new girlfriend” in a way that would make all the guys jealous and all the girls insecure. You could say just about anything and get away with it; no one was going home with you to check out your story.


I used to crave these love chats, but something about Eric Ludy had changed—something big. Something that made me want to slide under the table when all those inquisitive eyes turned my way.


I’ll never forget the moment. There I was, my fork poking at the jalapeño stranded on the corner of my plate and my mind screaming over and over,Please don’t ask me…please don’t ask me.


They asked.


“So, Eric, tell us about your exciting love life!”


All the periwinkle, emerald, and dark brown eyes were twinkling at me with expectation. I gulped.


“Uhhhh,” I mumbled.My palms were sweaty.My tongue was dry and thick, like I had a felt eraser in my mouth.


Finally, I found my voice. “Uhh, I uhh, actually, uh, I am waiting on God.”


But to be honest, it didn’t really come out as clearly as I just wrote it.The last part of my sentence mumbled under my breath, sounding something like, “Ima waying on Gaw.”


I hoped a brief answer would encourage them to move on to Elle Macpherson (a.k.a. Kayla from Utah) seated next to me, poised and ready with a photo of her hunk. The plan backfired. They became e

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