Episode 23

Dear Diary,

I rolled out of bed looking like a corpse bride. I was grudgingly wandering around the room and looking for what to wear to Church that morning. Then I noticed everywhere was calm and quiet.

“Where are my children?” I asked myself. I hurriedly ran out to check and didn’t find anyone at home.

Then I saw a yellow sticky note on the reading desk.

I opened it hastily and it read ‘Breakfast set for my pregnant wife, see us in church for a welcome party. love, David.’

There was something about this particular Sunday morning, it had a smell of peace, love and hope.

When David broke my heart I wept, but the holy spirit led me to job 22:38 which says “thou shall decree a thing, and it shall be established unto thee; and the light shall shine upon thy ways.” Then I went to him and cried out my eyes, I decreed that I wanted my home back, my husband and the church we founded together, he heard me.
It’s amazing how things can change back to normal in such a short period of time, oh the wonders of manifestation of the lord worked.
My services in his vineyard paid me off.

I wore my favorite dress, the one I bought from le dress, west division street, Chicago.
I applied a foundation powder on my face after a very long while. I wanted to look like a beautiful bride, whose groom awaited at the church podium. It was a special day, the day I reunited with my family and the congregation of hills ministries, both old and new members.

I drove myself to church that morning, feeling beautiful in my satin lilac gown, and my Dorothy Perkins stiletto heel. The cream fascinator I pined to my hair had a long peacock feather on it, which gave me a perfect stylish look. There was something about the scent I used, Avon fire reminded me of the real day I wedded David. Everything about this day was beautiful.

I stepped into the church auditorium like a goddess of peace and hope.
I was a symbol of God’s beauty.

David was about to give the sermon of the day when my presence got his attention.

There was this cool tension that covered the atmosphere.

I held my gaze, I didn’t waver, didn’t even blink an eye.

All I heard was screams and multiple hands clapping. It felt like I was about to go receive an Oscar award, it was the best moment of my life, the day God rewrote my story.

David shot me a rueful look and walked towards me, he seemed surprise.

David regarded me with a cool, penetrated gaze that seemed to see through my soul.
“Welcome my love.” He whispered to my ears.

He hoisted me off the ground, as if I weighed not more than a favoured rag doll.

There was more screams in the air as he held me down the podium. I could hear the choir screaming “thank you Jesus.”

Then I stood by him, he was ready to tell the story.

“the lord is good?” he said huskily, placing his mouth on the microphone.

“I am a living witness.” the church answered in unison.

Then he began to talk. Lizzy and the kids were on the front roll, excitedly waiting to hear him speak.

Then I looked up, there was a large crowd, it was the largest service I had ever seen.
The whole church stood still as he cleared his throat and began the narration.

I felt a sudden urge to smile through my tears. Romance is such a wonderful thing.

We were in America and it was Autumn, and the trees had grown antlers. David had given the kids and I a surprise holiday trip.

I stood by the window, admiring David and the girls playing basket ball on the small field.

The Vacation house was striking, specially built for a family vacation.

I walked over the balcony and caught my breath. I gaze upon a sweeping lawn, then spotted a tempting path that led past a tinkling fountain. Oak, hickory, and dogwood trees vied for space in the huge area. I imagined how beautiful the grounds would be in spring when the dogwoods were in bloom.

Moments later, after he made the kids to sleep, he was right behind me. He held me backwardly and held my face with his hands. His glance blazed down at me.

“Thank you for having me back my love.”
He whispered.

For a long, unsettling moment I sensed him grow still, and his gaze seemed to excavate deep inside my soul.

“mom announced yesterday that she doesn’t wanna be bishop anymore.” He said looking directly into my eyes.

“How did you hear that?”

“The archbishop Desmond Delaney informed me yesterday, that he just got the resignation letter.”

“she would give her life to Christ fully now.” I thought aloud.

“She is making a public confession at the church head branch on Sunday, we won’t be there.”

“She is still your mother. You grew under her shadows, you still have to take care of her and be by her side, especially now.” My voice broke into a whisper.

His lips formed a smile, he brought down his head and kissed my big tummy.

How I survived without the utterly necessary intimacy with my husband over these days haunted me.

“I have longed for your touch.” I said, pushing myself to him.

“And do you know how long I have wanted this special moment?” he responded, his rich voice threaded with unconstrained passion.

He emitted a harsh voiced groan and kissed me hard, so hard that my teeth and lips connected roughly with his.

He became gentle when he remembered I was pregnant. His wide eyes were on my stomach. His hunger for me reached out for me and filled the wild, empty spaces in my own longing, so when he took me, penetrating deep t—-t, everything inside of me softened willingly. It had always been like this, until the day Ifeoma came into our lives. But things were about to get even better.

Kissing my tears away, he drove hard into my body and fell against me after a while. our bodies were lightly sheened with sweat.

As the e—-c scent of vanilla and strawberry on our skin mingled.

I wrapped myself in his arms and willed my tears of hurts away. Instead of dwelling in the past, I held on the precious moments like an unexpected matchless gift, and nobody would take that away from me.

We visited our new church in Houston and there was joy in our hearts as David stood on the podium. It was the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, God made this book beautiful.


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