I was healing from a life-changing car accident, quietly praying for something real. He was visiting Georgia when his friend dared him to try a Christian dating app. He didn’t expect much—until he returned home to Louisiana and saw my face. I’m from America, he’s from Ghana. Two worlds, one moment, and a match we never saw coming. Since that day, we haven’t stopped talking. Some call it coincidence. I know it was a divine appointment.

Our favorite memory is our wedding day just over a month ago, wrapped in golden light as the sun set behind us. The moment our eyes locked while I walked down the aisle, everything else disappeared. Time froze. The crowd faded. All we could see was each other. In that stillness, we both felt it: peace, promise, and the kind of love people spend lifetimes searching for. It was more than a ceremony it was destiny unfolding.

If we won $20,000, we’d travel to Ghana my husband’s homeland so I could finally meet his family, many of whom he hasn’t seen in over five years. I’d walk his childhood streets, learn his traditions, join in traditional dances, and experience the rhythm of his world. The rest would go toward blessing our childhood schools his in Ghana, mine in Georgia with books, supplies, and technology. Two hearts, two cultures, one legacy of love.