Most of my friends got married at 22, 23, 24, 25, 26…Most of them did, not all of them. A few of us found ourselves drifting in the atmosphere of a solitary existence. Well, not truly solitary since our friendships were splitting the seams wide open. But we had no ring; we made no covenant. And that was hard at times, but ok. This would characterize my adult life for over 20 years. However, this was damp, fertile soil for supernatural seedlings to germinate. It was good, but