.......The pastor wife .....
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
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
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
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
"the lord is good?" he said huskily, placing his
mouth on the microphone.
"I am a living witness." the church answered
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. vintage inspired boho wedding wears
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."
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
"she would give her life to Christ fully now." I
"She is making a public confession at the
church head branch on Sunday, we won't be
"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
"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 thrust, 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 erotic 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