For years I’ve watched Hallmark movies.   I’d make a tasty snack and sit in front of the TV swooning over the romance.   I hoped and wished upon God’s stars; I would be the woman who literally ran into my prince charming.   Bam! Oh! Sorry dear sir, or should I refer to you as my soulmate?   The love stories drew me in with their wholesome whimsy.   They whisked me away to a land of courting enchantment.   My mind left my living room and sat at a coffee shop in Seattle across from my wooer.   I then strolled over meadows with my suitor filled with monarch butterflies and willow trees.   I sat under raining leaves for a moment and pretended to be in love.   I left Clinton Township and dreamed of a Christ-centered Courtship. I was now thirty-two and living in Gray, Louisiana.   I still watched Hallmark movies and dreamt of the day that I would fall in love.   Little did I know, what was around the Bayou bend.   A lunch date with a friend changed my whole life.   Her suggesti