Lead me, guide me...

When I was in college, there was this adorable man named Scott. He was totally cute and brainy - just my type (it was not until later that I learned that the definition of my type should also include 'knows that I'm alive,' but I digress). So, at the singles ward/beauty pageant one Sunday, I sat right in front of him, hoping he would notice me (cute plaid mini-skirt, white tights and patent leather shoes. I thought I was hot, when I actually looked like Barbie's little sister Kelly). During the opening song, I Am a Child of God, he is singing, "Lead me, Guide me, Chaka Kahn me, Help me find the way." Needless to say, I spent the next hour and five minutes giggling and planning our wedding. My never ending love for him lasted about a week, but forever I will think of him when I hear a Chaka Kahn song.