A Prayer and a Message – That’s How Their Story Began

The evening was quiet, cool, scented with linden blossoms and a touch of loneliness. Monica, a 32-year-old teacher from a small town, sat on her couch with a cup of tea in hand and her head full of thoughts. It was one of those days when a person asks God questions—quiet, honest, and maybe a little desperate.

“Lord, if You have someone for me… show him to me. But let it be someone who knows You more deeply than just through quotes on the internet.”

She didn’t expect an answer that very evening. And certainly not in the form of a notification from a Christian dating app.

“Good evening. I was thinking… maybe it’s worth starting a conversation with Psalm 37:4: ‘Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.’ – Paul.”

Monika chuckled quietly. “Original,” she thought. But she didn’t scroll past. Instead, she opened his profile—photo on a bicycle, a short note about his love for Scripture and cooking. And his favorite hymn happened to be one she often sang in the shower. Coincidence?

She replied.

“I didn’t expect a Psalm in a message, but that’s a nice start. Do you also know this verse: ‘There is no fear in love’?”

That’s how the conversation began, which over time became part of their daily routine. In the mornings: “good morning and how is your coffee.” In the evenings: “Did you pray for something specific today?” They sent each other favorite verses, exchanged hymns and recipes—he taught her how to make homemade chicken soup, she taught him how to make apple pancakes.

After three weeks, they decided to meet. In a park, halfway between their towns. Paul came with a single rose—nothing fancy, no wrapping.

-“Because God works through simplicity,” - he said.

They walked for a long time, talked slowly, without pressure. At one point, they stopped at a bench under an old birch tree. There, for the first time, they prayed together—not through a screen, not over chat. In person. In the stillness of the park and in the presence of the One who brought them together.

Monica placed her hand on his. She felt as if she had known this place for a long time. This bench. And him.

A few months passed. They met regularly—shared Masses, retreats, Sunday lunches. Neither of them had illusions that love was just about romantic walks at sunset. They both carried their own stories, scars, uncertainties. But they knew that if something was to last, it had to be built on something stronger.

Their foundation was prayer. And conversation. That first message, which might have looked like just another Bible verse, was something more—it was a prayer answered.

On the anniversary of that first message, they returned to the same park. On the same bench, Paul took out a small box.

-“I pray for us every day. And I want to pray with you—forever.”

Monica didn’t respond right away. She looked up at the sky, smiled to herself, and quietly said:

-“Amen.”