Life like a book has many chapters. Each page is filled with details of your story. Some good, some joyful and memorable; others bad, others messy and downright ugly. But every good story has a dark side, doesn’t it? What is my point?
It’s simple: your life is your story to tell. Some say life as we see it has already been laid out and fated for us to live out. Others say it all depends on you. The choices you make determine how the story ends. Whichever it is, it is your life and you are the only one living it.
It gets to that critical point in everyone’s life which seems pretty dark like a tunnel. You can only see light from a distance and all we want to do is run to where the light is. And we forget how and why we landed in the dark in the first place. Sometimes it a result of some bad choices; other times, it is just life trying to teach us a lesson.
When reading someone’s life in a book, you get the advantage to have a perspective which often eludes the character concerned at some critical times. For the one facing the situation, all that matters is survival. But for the one looking on, it is about seeking and picking up what is needed for the journey ahead. Sometimes we miss them (not all); at other times, we get the hint and move on.
My message is this: there is a reason why you are alive this day. Your life has a purpose. You may not get the full picture yet; all you have are some pieces which don’t seem to add up anyway. But surely all the dots will connect in the end. Some may not see where you are headed and hence do not understand why you do the things you do but don’t give up.
It is normal to hit a rock, to get stuck sometimes but it is at those moments that you get to rethink where you are going and if you’re still on track. It doesn’t matter how many times you have fallen; what does is that you got up each time much stronger and more determined to make it to the end.
It is your life; your story. Make it interesting; make it real; make it your legacy.
Every passing day presents new and evolving lifestyles and standards which are often contrary to the Christian way of life. And for the youth especially, having a sense of belonging is a priority such that, we are even prepared to compromise on certain key values so we are not counted as a social outcast statistic.
Most young people are in a dilemma. They know the assured blessings of living a godly life but they also don’t want to miss out on the fun side of life. What is wrong with being the ‘cool’ Christian? Why does it always have to be about church and fellowship meetings, acts of charity and evangelism? What’s so wrong about having a foot at both ends of the game?
My dearest, when it comes to God, there is nothing like ‘anything goes.’ There is no room for compromise. It is either you’re for Him or you’re not. Sitting on the fence actually means you belong to the ‘against’ camp so make up your mind and stick to it. And it is very possible to be a Christian and live a good life. People find it impossible because of what they wish to do on the other side.
Some unbelievers try to make a big fuss of some Christians living the comfortable life because to them, the Christian faith is associated with countless tests and trials. Riches and wealth belong to the world. That is a pitiful misconception. We who are of the Kingdom of heaven are actually the ones who have riches and peace and joy as our portion.
Shades of grey are not allowed-choose which flag you would rather hoist. Let no one make you feel small or insignificant because of your faith. Remind yourself of the eternal life you’ve received and the many blessings God has bestowed on you since you joined His family. Then you’ll realize it is nothing compared to the so-called ‘fun life’ of this world.
Inspired by “No Grey” track by Jonathan McReynolds.
Mitch entered the apartment to find a suitcase seated on the sofa.
“Monique? I’m here.” Lucia came into the room.
“Yeah, I’m going home.”
“So soon? You just got here!”
“Yeah; I came to find out what happened and now I know. I don’t see why I should stay here another day.”
“Come on; at least stay for today and let’s hang out. You can go tomorrow; I won’t stop you,” Mitch urged, approaching her. Lucia stopped him by placing her hand on his chest.
“I need to go home, Mitch. I wish I could stay, I do but it is my marriage we’re talking about here. Ted and I have not be in contact for some time now and every minute that passes by is a moment too long for us which could actually end us being separated together. And I’m not ready for that. We haven’t spent much time with the baby and I don’t want to rob him anymore of the little precious memories. I understand there may be some feelings involved here but I love my husband Mitch and I long to be in his arms again. If you care about your friend the way I know you do, you’ll let me go,” Lucia said passionately. He nodded and stepped back.
“Okay; but I’m coming too.”
“Why would you do that? I don’t need an escort.”
“I need to tell Ted exactly what happened.”
“That wouldn’t be necessary. I don’t need you to fight my battle for me.”
“But I caused this mess in the first place. I know how Ted must be feeling right now because I was there the first time when a similar thing happened. If nothing happened between us, he needs to hear it from me.”
“That is non-negotiable. I’m coming.” Lucia conceded with a sigh and smiled. She hugged him.
“Thank you, Mitch; not everyone would do this.”
“Well as you rightly said, there are feelings involved here and that’s why I’m doing this.”
“Whichever way, thank you.”
Ted opened his front door. Mitch placed his hand on it to stop him from slamming the door in his face.
“What are you doing here? How dare you show your face here?”
“We need to talk, TB.”
“The hell we do; get out of my property,” Ted shouted, attempting to slam the door at him again.
“We need to talk about what you think happened between your wife and me.” Ted glared at him. Mitch entered the house and closed the door.
“Can we please talk about this?”
“Did she send you here, to do the talking for her?”
“In fact she didn’t. She did come to see me to find out the truth since apparently she has hazy memories of that fateful night.”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? Well it doesn’t! Just imagining you being near her makes me sick.”
“So don’t. You shouldn’t make something that didn’t even happen poison your heart against someone you dearly love. Nothing happened between us, Ted. She was drunk, sad and heartbroken. And she kept talking about leaving you in the arms of another woman…she was bleeding within…”
“And you were there for her…being her knight and shining armor.”
“You’re not listening to me, Ted. She loves you and she wants to make things right with you. She misses you dearly…”
“She told you all that?”
“She didn’t have to. She was in a hurry to come back home when she found out the truth. But I also wanted to come here myself and clear things with you.”
“This still doesn’t change anything because I do know you have feelings for my wife.”
“That fact I won’t deny but that’s the reason why I’m here. She loves you and she’ll only be happy with you and I want to ensure that she’s happy.”
“Aren’t you the sweet guy?” Ted said with a heavy tone of sarcasm.
“Just give her another chance, Ted. Because if you let her go, someone else will grab her and that person could be me,” Mitch said honestly. Ted fisted his palms, his insides boiling with rage.
“I wish we could put this behind us and be friends again, Ted. I do miss our friendship.”
“Yeah, not in a thousand years. Now get out.”
“Fine.” Mitch walked out of the house. Ted glanced at the envelope lying on the center table. He took it and stared at it. He was tempted to tear it open and read the contents but he overcame the temptation and put it back down.
Ted entered his office and got startled out of his skin when Anita shouted, “happy birthday!” She grinned broadly.
“You startled me. It is, huh? I can’t believe I didn’t remember it myself. Probably because I’ve had a lot on my mind lately,” Ted said, sitting down.
“Or mainly because your wife is still MIA.”
“Please don’t try to ruin my birthday for me. She not being here is enough torture. No need to rub salt into my injuries.”
“Didn’t mean to.” Her phone beeped. She looked at the screen.
“Who is it?” Ted asked.
“I’m not sure. Excuse me,” Anita said and walked out. She called the number.
Hours later, Anita entered Ted’s office again.
“Okay; so I’m taking you somewhere after work today.”
“Okay; is that supposed to be where my surprise birthday party is going to be?”
“You can be such a buzzkill!”
“So I’m right,” Ted said with a smile.
“I appreciate the gesture but I just want to go home from here.”
“Oh no, that’s not happening. Too much work has gone into…I shouldn’t have said that.” Ted chuckled.
“I’m enjoying this.”
“Come on, tell me you’ll come with me.” He glanced at her.
“Fine; if I don’t, you’ll never leave me alone and I do cherish my moments of tranquility around here.”
“Great!” Anita said excitedly and walked out. Ted shook his head with a smile.
They got out of the car. Ted locked the car doors. Anita took his hand and pulled him inside.
“Wow! All these people…I can’t believe you got all of them to come. I appreciate it, Anita.”
“Oh it wasn’t me. I helped though but this beautiful setup wasn’t my idea.”
“It wasn’t? Whose was it? My mum?” Anita pointed to someone. Ted’s gaze followed her pointed finger. It landed on a very serious-looking Lucia on the phone. Ted rubbed Anita’s arm in appreciation and started towards her.
“What kind of irresponsible people are you? I told you I needed this cake here at 4p.m.! And you’re telling me it’s now on its way? I don’t blame you! I blame myself for trusting Anita’s recommendation. Better get me my cake or we’re going to have serious problems,” Lucia said angrily and cut the line. Before she could lift up her head, a hand pulled her out of the room.
“Ted…” She breathed out.
“We need to talk.”
“I know. Wanted to do this for you…”
“And I appreciate that but I’d choose spending the evening with you alone over the people in there a thousand times over. Let’s go home,” Ted said, taking her hand.
“No; we can’t leave. You have no idea what I’ve been through pulling this off. I’ve ordered your favorite cake and it’s on its way. Let’s at least wait for it and cut it, okay?”
“Then we leave.”
“Yeah sure.” They went inside. Anita walked up to them.
“The cake is in.”
“Your people are not serious at all. I will never take any recommendation from you again, Anita,” Lucia said.
“Oh come on, you wouldn’t have pulled this off if it wasn’t for me.”
“So it was Lucia who called you this morning when you were in my office.”
“Guilty as charged. Let’s go cut the cake, shall we?”
The couple cut the cake together and the people applauded. Lucia fed him with a piece and he kissed her. Anita took over with the sharing of the cake.
“Now let’s get out of here,” Ted said hurriedly, hugging her from behind.
“Don’t you have anything to tell your friends before you leave?”
“I’ll send them a note of gratitude tomorrow. Come on.”
“Anita, we’re leaving,” Lucia informed her.
“We have some things we need to talk urgently about,” Ted replied.
“Okay sure; I’ll take charge from here.”
“Thanks.” They walked out and sat in his car and drove away.
“I guess I was right to keep this apartment. I knew in my heart you would be back,” Mitch said.
“I might be here but I’m not here in the sense that you think. We need to talk, Mitch,” Lucia said coolly.
“We can talk later but I’m taking you out for dinner tonight. It is on me.”
“No Mitch; I didn’t come here to socialize. I came to clear things up.”
“Looking at your bag, you do not intend to leave anytime soon. Let’s hold it off till tomorrow at least.”
Lucia was about to insist when he stopped her by putting his index finger on her lips. Lucia froze by his gesture.
“Shush…I say let’s talk tomorrow,” Mitch said with a tone of finality. Lucia stepped back and nodded.
“I intend to leave the minute I get the information I’m looking for. I won’t spend an extra hour here. And don’t you ever touch me like that again,” Lucia warned and entered the bedroom. Mitch pocketed his hands.
Anita entered Ted’s office the next morning.
“So how did it go last night?” Ted’s moody look gave her the answer.
“What happened? You guys fought again?”
“She wasn’t at home.”
“She wasn’t? Where could she be?”
“Apparently she left without revealing her plans.”
“Of course you don’t believe that, do you?”
“Nope but what can I do? And the worst part is, I went to meet divorce papers in her room.” Anita’s eyes widened at the juicy information.
“She’s filing for divorce? Seriously? I didn’t think that if push gets to shove, she’d be the first to throw in the towel. Wow…does that mean there’s still a chance for us?” Anita asked teasingly. Ted gave her a ‘you’re-not-serious’ look. Anita laughed.
“I’m sorry; okay now I’m serious. So what are you going to do?”
“What can I do but wait for her to get back?”
“Have you tried calling her?”
“And why not?”
“I want to speak to her face-to-face. Tempers could rise over the phone and we could say regretful things.”
“The same is more likely to happen face-to-face.”
“Nope. It is better for me to wait for her to get back.”
“And when will that be exactly? Have you asked yourself where she could be at the moment?”
“Does it matter?”
“Oh it does. The last time she went out of town, she met Mitch and we both know how that turned out.” Ted turned sharply to look at her at the mention of Mitch’s name. His heart missed a beat. He immediately took his phone and speed-dialed Lucia’s number. It went straight to voicemail. He put it down, shaking his head.
Anita took out her phone.
“Who are you calling?” Ted asked.
“Mitch.” She listened for some time and canceled the call.
“He cut it,” Anita said. They stared at each other, wondering what that might imply.
Lucia watched Mitch tap ‘ignore’ on his smartphone.
“Why didn’t you pick up?”
“It is nothing important. I can always attend to it later. But now, you’ve got my full attention. I remember you being pretty distant when I came over so how can I help you now?” Mitch asked.
“I want to know exactly what happened the night you stayed over at my apartment the other night,” Lucia asked and sipped her tea.
“What do you mean, exactly what happened?”
“I drank a little too much so I don’t really remember the details of that night. So I would like you to clarify them for me.”
“And why is that?”
“Okay, I’ll go straight to the point. Did we get involved that night?”
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Because I turned out to be pregnant a few weeks after that night and I want to be sure if the baby is my husband’s or not.”
“Oh so that is why Ted stormed into my place and punched me and ordered me to leave.”
“I’m sorry about that. The whole thing is a mess. I just want to clear it up.”
Mitch burst out laughing. Lucia blinked hard, puzzled.
“And what’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe you think that lowly of me.”
“You were sad, frustrated and downright drunk. What makes you think I’ll take advantage of you like that?”
“Are you saying nothing happened?”
Why would you even think that?”
“Because when you came over, you made certain gestures, always referring to my pregnancy and touching my tummy. What else was I supposed to think?”
“I am sorry if I messed with your head. It wasn’t my intention; trust me.”
Lucia sighed in relief.
“Whew…so I didn’t cheat on him, after all.”
“But now that you’re here all sober, we could do a little something,” Mitch said teasingly with a wink. Lucia hit his hand playfully.
“Thank God. You have no idea how much damage my wrong insinuations have caused me.”
“How is Ted taking it?”
“What do you think? If I came all the way here, then you should know how serious it is.”
“I am sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?”
“No; I’ll handle it. I created this mess and I’ll fix it myself. I’m sorry for destroying your friendship this time. I’ll do my best to repair the damage.”
“Don’t worry yourself about it. If this hadn’t happen, I’m sure I’d have messed it up myself. I’ve taken his friendship for granted a couple of times and when it came to you, I was ready to do it again. I do have regrets about that but if the opportunity should present itself again, I’m sure I’ll make the same choice. Ted was a wise dude to marry you. You are a precious jewel.”
“Okay, enough with the buttering up. Thanks for being honest with me, Mitch. It means a lot to me. I wish we could put all this behind us and move on.”
“I wish that too.” They smiled at each other.
Ted picked up his phone when it started ringing.
“Hi Doc, what’s up?”
“The results to the paternity test are ready. Wanted to know if I should mail it to you or if you prefer to come pick it up yourself?” Dr. Grant asked, looking at the envelope.
“Um…I’ll come for it. Thanks, doc.”
“How are things between you and Lucia?”
“We’re still married. That’s good news, right?” Dr. Grant chuckled.
“It will get better, Ted. Just take heart. You love each other; you should use its strength to keep you together no matter the odds.”
“Yeah, thanks doc. I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“Okay; see you then. Bye.”
Anita entered the office and looked around.
“She’s still not in? Okay now I’m worried. What’s going on between you?”
“Um…the last time I checked, you were not a marriage counselor.”
“Oh it’s that bad, huh? Do you need one? I know someone who’s…”
“Not interested. Did you get what I asked for?” Ted asked. Anita studied him for a few moments.
“How about we order takeout and watch a movie together?” She raised her hands in innocence when Ted gave her a look and added, “I do not have any ulterior motives; I cross my heart. You look horrible and I just want to help. So are you in?” Ted sighed and leaned on his swivel seat. He shrugged.
“Of course; what could possibly happen, right?” Anita chuckled and walked out.
Mrs. Baker saw Lucia coming down the stairs.
“Good; I was coming to tell you lunch was ready.” She noticed her carrying a small suitcase.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Yeah; I’m going out of town for some days.”
“In case you haven’t realized, my husband has banned me from the office because apparently, the sight of me is disgusting,” Lucia replied, placing the bag down with a sigh.
“Where are you going, Monique?”
“I’m going to see Mitch to clear this thing all up.”
“I thought you took a paternity test. Won’t the results clear everything up?”
“It would only verify whose child it is but it doesn’t clarify if something did happen between Mitch and me or not and I need to find out.”
“Can’t you find that out by phone or e-mail?”
“Come on, this conversation must be in person to see his reaction to my questions. Don’t worry; I won’t be long.”
“The weight of the bag says otherwise.”
“You know I like to go out prepared. I’ll be back soon,” She said and hugged her mother.
“Be careful; don’t do anything that will put your marriage in more jeopardy than it already is,” her mother advised.
The movie Ted and Anita were watching ended and the credits started rolling down. Ted closed his eyes for a moment.
“Are you okay?” Anita asked. Ted opened his eyes to look at her, surprised at her tone.
“You sound like you’re concerned.”
“I am; I always have been, I always will be. You look like a baby whose candy has just been taken away from him.” She touched his face.
“You miss her, don’t you?”
“You have no idea.”
“So why don’t you call her back?”
“It is complicated.”
“No it’s not; you make it complicated. If you really do love her, go for her. Whatever she might have done, it is all in the past now. She loves you and she’ll do everything in her power to make things right with you. Don’t you want her back?”
“I’m surprised; it seems you are on team Lucia today.”
“No; I’m on your team and if she’s the one who makes you happy then I’m okay with it.”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this.” Anita chuckled.
“I can’t believe it myself but I guess I’ve moved on. We were a great couple socially but we never had what you and Monique have. I wanted to get married to you for all the wrong reasons which was unfair to you. Monique coming into the picture saved us both of one long miserable life.”
“You’re right and now I don’t know where we stand.”
“Just go for your woman. Give her a big hug and a good kiss and bring her home. Sleep on her bosom and when the morning comes, have a good talk. Life shouldn’t be that complicated,” Anita said. Ted nodded.
“Thank you; you’re a good friend,” Ted said gratefully and hugged her.
“Now hurry up before the gates are locked for the night.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Anita Morgan? You’ve done a good job. Keep it up,” Ted said. Anita smiled. Ted kissed her forehead and left her apartment.
“I need to talk to her,” Ted said when Mrs. Baker opened the door. Before she could respond, Ted had entered the house and started calling out her name.
“What is going on, young Bourbon?”
“I need to see my wife.”
“But…” She stopped herself when she saw him racing upstairs. Ted opened the door and walked into the empty room. He looked around, walking towards the dressing table. There was a brown envelope on it. He took it and opened it. He gasped.
Mrs. Baker watched him as he came downstairs.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know where.”
“You always know where your daughter is.”
“Are you calling me a liar, young Bourbon?”
“And what is this?” Ted asked, raising the envelope.
“I have no idea. Should I have?”
“When I said I needed a break, what I meant was I need time to think not to file for divorce!” Ted said angrily.
“Please don’t pretend you didn’t know about this.”
“I don’t think what Lucia is looking for is divorce.”
“Then why would she have this in her room?”
“Just in case you wanted it.”
“Just in case? Seriously?”
“Seriously. First of all, you kicked her out of the house…”
“I didn’t; she moved out.”
“And ever since she moved in, you have never once come here to take her back. From where I stand, it seems you enjoy it that way. Are you seeing Anita again?”
“What? Why would you even think that?”
“Because I can smell a woman’s perfume on you and that is certainly not my daughter’s so who else would it be?” Mrs. Baker asked sternly.
“Well since it is obvious your daughter has disappeared into thin air yet again and it’s only you who can contact her, tell her to get her ass back here so we can talk. And divorce is off the table,” Ted said, dropping the envelope hard on the floor and walked out.
“These two people are going to kill me before my time,” Mrs. Baker fumed in exhaustion.
Ted arrived home to find some of Lucia’s clothes missing. He checked her cosmetics and they were gone too.
“As usual, she flees yet again,” he said to himself, closing the wardrobe.
For the next three days, they did not hear from each other and Lucia did not report to work either. With each passing day of Lucia’s absence, Ted grew more agitated. And as observant as Anita was, she was the first to comment on that.
“Where is Mrs. Bourbon, if I may ask?”
“Not here, obviously.”
“Did you guys have another fight?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You’re grumpy and agitated and she has been absent for some days now. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots here, Ted.”
“We are sorting some things out.”
“So what, you banned her from coming to work?”
“Nope; it’s complicated.”
“It always is with you two, isn’t it?” Anita asked. Ted smiled at the thought.
Mrs. Baker joined her daughter at the poolside who was reading a book.
“You know I do enjoy your company here, right?” Mrs. Baker started. Lucia closed the book, waiting for her to finish her line of thought.
“But you’re married now, honey; you don’t have to always run and hide here when you and your husband are having problems. You have to learn to sort things out. Hiding doesn’t help the situation.”
“I’m not hiding, mum. I told you that. He said he wanted a break and I’m giving him all the space he needs so he can make up his mind.”
“Make up his mind about what?”
“About whether he wants to stay with me or not.”
“You think it is as easy as it sounds? The movies may make it seem as if divorce is easy with just a signature but the damage and scars it leaves behind, you have no idea.”
“And since we didn’t sign any pre-nuptial agreement…”
“Don’t even go there but it won’t get there. You’re going back to your husband and do everything in your power to keep him. I’m not comfortable with you leaving him alone in the house especially now that he’s upset and thus vulnerable. You could lose him in a snap of the finger,” Mrs. Baker warned.
“You mean Anita?”
“I mean you’re being silly staying here and abandoning him the way you did.”
“Even if I go back, he wouldn’t even look at me. Why bother?”
“You can make him and any other man look at you as long as you want if you wish it. He is your husband and he loves you. It doesn’t take much for you to have him where you want him.”
“But it’s going to be awkward…”
“You know what, if coaxing you to go doesn’t work, then I might as well just push you to do so. Get out of here this minute and go to your husband. This is my husband’s house, not yours.”
“Okay; no need to raise your blood pressure. I’m going.” Lucia got up.
“Better.” Lucia smiled at her mother and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.
Ted entered the bedroom when he arrived home from work to see a duffel bag on the bed and the wardrobe opened. He walked over to the bed on which the bag was placed. There were a few clothes in there. His eyes scanned the wardrobe and found more clothes missing. The bathroom door opened and Lucia came in, wrapped in a towel.
“Hi…I’m sorry for barging in like that.”
“I can see you came back for more clothes.”
“Well…not exactly. I decided to take a shower…”
“Yeah sure; help yourself,” Ted said and sat on the bed. He took off his shoes. Lucia turned her back to him and sighed. She put on her earrings. She felt him behind her. She stilled herself, expecting him to make a move. Ted’s hand moved around her and picked up a pair of earpieces on the dressing table. He went to sit back down. Lucia sighed again. She was about to put on her dress but she suddenly felt awkward about that. She turned to find him watching her.
“Whenever I look at you, I remember the first time we met and I’m more convinced that you are the one for me. I look at your body and I know that’s the one I want in my arms for the rest of my life. But instantly, the image of you and Mitch together makes me so sick so that…”
“You find me disgusting, I get that,” Lucia said. Ted got up and walked to her.
“No, no, no; I could never find you disgusting. I just find it so hard to believe that Mitch tampered with my woman once again.”
“But I’m right here, Ted. I’m ready to make this work.”
“I know; I missed you,” he whispered as he held her face affectionately. Lucia showed her gratitude by rubbing her face against his hand.
“I missed you too.” They kissed.
Later on the bed, Lucia broke the kiss and said, “Ted, we need to talk.”
“Not now,” Ted said, kissing her neck. Lucia gently pushed him back. He looked at her.
“We can do this all day but sooner or later, we would have to talk about our present situation. I don’t know about you but I’d like us to deal with this and put it behind us. So the earlier we do this, the better.” He sighed and got off her and lay down. Lucia propped herself up on one elbow and gazed at him. There was silence for some moments.
“I don’t think I can father someone else’s child,” Ted finally said, staring at the ceiling.
“I married you a day after I learnt of your child with Anita. I was ready to live with that. How can you not do the same for me?”
“Well, the child didn’t survive.”
“If it had, I would have found a place in my heart to accommodate that lovechild. I am begging you Ted, to please not put me in this awful position. I want you both,” Lucia said, placing his hand on her tummy.
“It could be yours for all we know.”
“And it could be Mitch’s,” Ted said, taking his hand off her tummy. Lucia held his hand.
“What matters is that we love and have each other, right? Please don’t let me go.”
“Then stay with me. Believe it or not, the ball is in your court not mine. You made a mistake and it depends on you to make it right.”
“Wow…how naïve of me to think this could be much easier if we had sex.” She got out of bed and dressed up.
“Do you love me, Ted?”
“You know the answer to that question.”
“Do I? Because if you can’t forgive me for what I might have done and move past it, then I don’t believe you do love me,” Lucia said, emotion rising in her voice.
“I am trying, Lucia.”
“Try harder then! Asking me to give up my child is outrageous.”
“You made Anita miscarriage my child.”
“It was an accident! I can’t believe you’re playing that card. And I remember you saying it was good for us all. So what, if the child was to be alive, it would be okay then for me to keep the baby regardless of its paternity? That we’d both have lovechildren to cater for? How ideal!” Ted said nothing.
“I brought you some food. It is the microwave.” She opened the door and glanced at her husband who still had his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She walked to him and kissed his forehead.
“For better for worse, remember?” She walked back to the door.
“Wait.” She looked at him.
“You forgot your duffel bag.” Lucia glanced at the bag and back at him.
“We both know that’s not why I came here,” she said and walked out. Ted opened his mouth but no words came out. He sighed and dropped back on the bed.
I am an open book;
Ready to receive Your Word;
I am an empty page;
Ready to be filled with all that You have to offer.
You are known worldwide today because some people in the past allowed themselves to be used by you to show forth Your glory;
So today I’m asking You to use me too;
Make my life story another legacy of your greatness;
Let every chapter of my life be a lesson for others to learn;
A testimony of your never-ending faithfulness;
Of Your abundant grace and mercies;
Mold me into a precious work of art;
Your very own masterpiece.
Make my life a melodious tune that tells of Your marvelous ways;
A song that never fades away;
That never gets lost in the noise of this world;
But will continue to ring as long as the sun rises and sets;
As long as the waters fill the sea and the winds continue to blow;
Let my life be Yours to own and tell.
Inspired by “Write Your Story” track by Francesca Battistelli.