Doubting – February 21, 2009 | Part 1

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This is a serial telling of my falling-in-love story. Read the story from the very beginning here.


“This weekend was awkward with Jeremy,” Karen confides.

“I can imagine,” says Kristina, giving Karen a look of sympathy.

Karen and Kristina sit leaning on the arms of the blue corduroy couch, legs outstretched, while I sit in a nearby armchair. Kristina has invited me over to Karen’s place, which happens to be in the basement of Karen’s parents’ house, a modest 1970s mansion a half hour and a dirt road from the rest of civilization, surrounded by pine trees, where Karen currently rents a room for free. The carpet, the walls, and the ceilings glow with a suburban beige. Less than a month has passed since I first met you at the young adult church service, and even fewer days since I heard from God that you would one day be my husband.

“Wait, what happened?” I ask, looking from Karen to Kristina.

“Oh, well…” Karen looks at Kristina. “Jeremy and I… we have a long history.”

“They’ve been friends since middle school,” Kristina says.

Karen nods. “We met at church youth group,” says Karen. “And we’ve both liked each other on and off since then.”

“Huh,” I say. I take a sip of my tea. I study Karen: she’s tall and thin, a brunette with hair that extends past her shoulder blades. I notice her brown eyes, her long face, her slim arms and legs: I feel like a chubby pygmy next to her.

She says, “He took me to my prom, even though he was a year behind me in school, and then we ended up at the same college. He dated a friend of mine for a while, and she really liked him, but he broke it off. And then he asked me out about a month later! Of course, I told him I wasn’t interested. I couldn’t believe he would do that to Sarah! And I told him I could never do that to her.”

Kristina and I both nod fervently, familiar with the code between friends and friends’ boyfriends. But I wonder who Sarah is, and if she and Karen share a bone structure.

[To Be Continued]


I am writing and serially publishing scenes from my falling-in-love memoir, about the anguished, beautiful, and spiritual way that my husband and I met, fell in love, and married.

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About Liz Grant

Published author. Married to an artist. Two kids. Lives in a brick house in Denver, Colorado. Follower of Jesus. Find me on Instagram @elizcharlottegrant.

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