The title is Her Cross to Bear and I pray that it will be done sometime this century. In the meantime, sink your teeth into these paragraphs.
As the
weeks rolled by Daynia made good progress at healing. Her friends all stood by
her, much to her surprise. Ashley held her pitiful form several times while she cried helplessly, but
those occurrences were becoming less frequent and she could now functional
normally at work. She found her way back into her circle of friends with ease
and they made her feel like she had never left.
At
church, the expected stares and whispering was almost non-existent and only occurred
among the older more judgmental members who’d gone passed the age where they
remembered the indiscretions of their youth. Daynia theorized that they
remembered quite clearly but chose to remain in a state of total denial as they
could not live with their own consciousness. Whatever their reason, their
whispering didn’t bother her too much because her God did no such thing. She’d
received total forgiveness again and even though she was beating herself up for
making the same mistakes all over again, God didn’t hold it against her so she
walked with her head held as high as her own guilt would allow.
Today,
she was waiting for Ashley, her secondary rock of Gibraltar, the primary being
God of course. She’d called at the ungodly hour of 6:00am on a Saturday morning
shrieking about some great news that she had. So now, at 10:00am, Daynia sat at
the subway restaurant at the Blue Coral Mall in the middle of the hustle and
bustle of Saturday morning Castries waiting for her friend and the supposedly
superb news that could only be shared face to face.
Sorry folks, that's all you get for now. If you stick by me, I promise you'll get a complete book in the coming months.
Have a blessed day!
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