One routine day, my friend asked me if I wanted to meet for lunch.   Of course, I said, “Yes”.   I mean what girl could pass up pancakes?   And, of course, girl talk?   With strawberry cheesecake pancakes on my mind and sweet syrup conversation, we sat down and talked at IHOP.   Little did I know, the dollop of whip cream information she would lay out on the fluffy hotcakes.   She preceded to say that she knew a Christian man who loved God and his family.   Could this mysterious man be the creamer to my coffee?   She also threw on the blueberries that he played bass on the worship team at their church.   Sounds like a man I’d like to sing a tune with.   A little more information was exchanged of the mystical man and I thought to myself...maybe I’d divvy up the cards.   God has always led me in the right direction and maybe this meeting was the door to love.   We talked a little while more over steaming java about ...