So I took a vacation on Thursday from blogging. Sorry about that. I’m going through some things with trying to attain some professional goals that I got bogged down and just couldn’t process and get my creative juices to flow. So I said let it go for this Thursday and come back fresh on Monday.
I’m not exactly fresh yet but I’ve been looking for some more opinions so I’d like to share chapter 2 of my literary baby.
I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment to let me know what you think.
I woke up Sunday morning praying. “God, why do you let me do embarrassing things like what happened yesterday?”
I was mortified after I slipped on the beans and fell hard on my butt. I will say that the look on Byron’s face as he helped me up was priceless. It was that strange mix of concern for my safety but wanting to laugh hard at my comical accident at the same time.
“Oh well God, if we can’t laugh at ourselves from time to time, is life really worth living?” I chuckled to myself and got out of bed.
I love Sundays. I put on my praise music and just sing and dance around the house as I get ready for church.
Life in Jesus Worship Center, my church home is one of the reasons I stay here in Augusta. I’m sure there are wonderful churches in other cities but in my mind, Life in Jesus was the only church for me.
My pastors, Pastors John and Stacey Peters, are the salt of the earth. Pastor John is a quiet man on a personal level but, once the anointing falls on him; he preaches with such passion you’d think he was a whole different person. Pastor Stacey on the other hand has never met a stranger. She is just the embodiment of love, peace, and joy. She never ceases to amaze me how she can talk to five people at once and keep track of every single conversation making each person feel like they are the only person in the room at that time.
I pulled into the parking lot of my church and noticed the time. I had just enough time to grab a cup of coffee from the bookstore and dash into the sanctuary for our choir practice before service.
Even though I’m still upset with Andrew I’m hoping he shows up a little early so we can talk after practice. While preoccupied with my thoughts I walk into the bookstore and nearly collide into Lt. Johnson!
“Whoa! I see I need to make sure I keep an eye out for you whenever food and beverages are around.” Byron had a cup of coffee in his hands and our near collision surely would have been fatal for both of our outfits.
I look startled, into his eyes. “Oh my goodness! Lt. Johnson, we seem to be destined to meet like this.” I chuckled as I stepped to the side. “I’m so sorry. My mind was somewhere else and I lost track of where I was going.”
“No harm done,” he answered back.
“I didn’t know you came to this church. How long have you been coming?” I ask. Life in Jesus Worship Center was big enough that you could easily miss people but small enough that you still felt at home.
“I’ve been coming for about a month. Your dad invited me a couple of times and I finally took him up on his offer. After the first service I was convinced that this was where I needed to be.”
“I’m so glad you like it here. What brings you here so early though? Service doesn’t start for another hour and the only people here usually are the choir and the band for rehearsals.”
“Well, I made the mistake of singing in front of Pastor Stacey and she insisted that I come join the choir this Sunday.”
I laugh, “That sounds like Pastor Stacey. She gets excited when she finds someone truly gifted.”
“I’m not sure how gifted I am but I thank you for the compliment,” he chuckles in return.
“Well it’s almost time for practice to start so we better get in the sanctuary.”
I was a little self conscious as we walked into the sanctuary. Why is it that this man seems to unnerve me? So what if he’s handsome? It’s not like I haven’t met a good looking guy before. I mean Andrew was definitely no slouch but he never made me feel the way Lt. Johnson did.
“By the way Andrea, since we are bound to keep running into each other so to speak, how about you call me Byron from now on.”
“I can do that,” I answer with a smile.
“Andrea! I’m so glad to see you. You look nice in your purple and black this morning,” Pastor Stacey boomed into her microphone from the stage.
“Thanks Pastor Stacey! You look amazing as well,” I call back as we walk to the stage.
“Byron! I’m so glad you made it! Choir, band, this is Byron, the amazing singer I told you about.” Pastor Stacey turned to the choir “Everyone say hi and make him feel welcomed.” I looked at Byron and saw him blush a little. He took it all in stride though.
I love Pastor Stacey but her exuberance can be a little overwhelming to a new person sometimes.
Byron helped me climb the steps of the stage and our director placed us in the line where she wanted us.
Choir rehearsal ran as normal. We started with a few worship songs from Deluge and Gateway then moved to a couple of praise songs from Clint Brown and Hillsong. As we were coming to the end of practice all of a sudden Pastor Stacey gave Byron a microphone and asked him to lead us into a place of worship.
As he started singing the whole atmosphere in the sanctuary just seemed to change. Byron has the most wonderful tenor voice I’ve ever heard. The way he sung to God made you believe that he really had a relationship with our maker. A sense of peace and joy just filled the room and I was awed by this man all over again. Here was a modern day David. He was a warrior as well as a psalmist!
As he sang I close my eyes and raised my hands in honor to God. I love worship. To be able to just show God how much you love and cherish him in song just makes my day go so right. Eventually Byron’s song came to an end. I opened my eyes and saw there were tears in the eyes of everyone on the stage.
This is a truly gifted man.
Practice ended and I was on my way out of the sanctuary when I spotted Andrew. He was talking to some of his friends from the Men’s Ministry. I didn’t want to interrupt but we really needed to talk. Especially after that wonderful impromptu worship service, I really wanted to set things straight between us. So I said a little prayer and walked over to the men.
“Hey Andrew, can I talk to you for a minute?” I ask timidly.
He turns to me and I can see he has his defenses up ready for me to start up yesterday’s argument. “Can we talk later?” He says in a guarded tone.
“We could but I’d really like to talk to you now if it’s okay with you,” I say with a smile on my face. I figure if I smile he will understand that I come in peace.
Andrew excuses himself from the group and walks away with me to a quiet corner.
“Look Andrea, if you are going to lay into me again about not going to your sister’s party, let me just tell you now that it was an emergency and I could not help being called into work.” He says defensively.
“Andrew. I just wanted to say that I understand and I forgive you. I didn’t want to fight this morning. Why are you jumping all over me?”
“I’m sorry, Andrea. I’m just tired of fighting with you. It seems that no matter what I do it isn’t right.”
I step over and give him a hug. “I’m sorry Andrew. I’m tired of fighting too.” I look deep into his brown eyes and wonder why we can’t seem to make things work between us. He’s a good man. When we weren’t fighting we got along well enough but for some reason he and I just couldn’t seem to … Oh I don’t know take our relationship to the next level I guess.
“Look Andrew. I have to get back in the sanctuary and get ready for service. I just wanted to come and make up from the fight yesterday. Can we have lunch after service?
“I don’t think I can. I already made plans with some of the guys.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “Andrew, I love you and would like our relationship to work. This one time could you please just meet me for lunch so we can discuss us and our relationship?” I ask him quietly.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He gives me an exasperated look and walks away.
“God, what just happened here?” I pray, “I love this man but I just don’t know if we are gonna make it.”
I walk back to the sanctuary so I will be on the stage in time for service to start.
“I’m leaving this in your hands God,” I whisper as I walk on the stage.