"Hello, Cheyenne. How are you?" Quincy replied with that voice robed with velvet.
"I'm well. What do you want?" I said sharply.
"Well I'm fine, too. Thanks for asking." he said being sarcastic.
"I didn't."
"Cheyenne, sweetie, why are you acting like this?"
"What do you want, Quincy?"
"If I told you, you'd have to give it me." he chuckled.
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"Ugh, you're so disgusting! Get off of my phone please. I'm giving you fair warning before I become careless and hang up." Clearly I didn't find that funny.
"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. Please hear me out, I've been doing some thinking." Ha! Quincy thinking before he speaks, Christ was near and soon to come.
"What, Quincy?"
"I've been doing some thinking about us."
"There is nothing to think about, there is no us anymore. You made that decision, Quincy."
"And that's what I've been thinking about Cheyenne, the mistake I made. I know I hurt you and I can only imagine the pain especially after realizing the pain I was in from loosing you. In these past few months, I've been praying and consulting God and I see how you were the only one who always had my best interest at heart. Not my father, not my mother and definately not Lisa. She just wanted the perks and not put in any work. I could barely get her to bless the food, let alone trust her to pray me through and cover me when I go out to minister."
"Quincy, that was your choice. Not mine, I'm over it and I advise you do the same."
"Cheyenne, I'm not finished. Please, just hear me out, please!" He begged.
"Proceed Quincy, I'll get my violins" I said sarcastically.
"I'm serious Cheyenne."
"I know."
"Like I was saying, I lost out when I let you go, but I'm man enough to admit my wrongs. I was too busy doing what I've done my whole life -- what my parents want me to do, especially my father and not what was best for Quincy. Cheyenne, I want to correct my wrongs. Through much prayer I realize that its you I want, you that I need."
He sounded so sincere. It was causing my heart to flutter and I was actually believing what I was hearing. I had to get a hold of myself, before he detected he was penetrating. Just then, there was a beep on the line. I glanced at the screen to see it was Janette calling me.
"Quincy, I have to go. That's Janette on the other line and its urgent."
"Well, can I call you later?" He never asked before, I don't see why he bothered to ask now.
"Text me." I replied rushing him off the phone and hanging up on him in order to catch Janette's call. I caught it on the fourth ring.
"Chey, what took you so long to pick up? I know you DVR R.A. Vernon so you can watch it again later." Janette greeted, sounding much happier than a few hours ago.
"Girl, Quincy had me playing violins." I shrugged.
"Quincy Matthews?! How did you end up on the phone with him? What did he want?"
"He texted me while we were at the hospital but I didn't get it until I got in the car and he called when I got home. I guess me not answering his text messages threw him, so he called."
"Oh really? What was he saying?" Janette asked sounding shocked that I answered the phone. She of all people knows that he would be one of the last people I'd willfully talk to again outside of Kingdom work. She was my human sponge when Quincy ended our relationship to fulfill his ministry, but with his pre-arranged First Lady to be, Lisa Kendricks. His parents and her parents had this planned lifestyle for Quincy and her since her debutante when he escorted her.
See, Quincy, I mean Elder Quincy Matthews, comes from a very socially prestigious family, both in the church world and outside. His father owns several commercial properties and his mother is a the dean over the English department at Jackson University and in addition to all of that his father is a Kingdom Church of God Executive Board big wig. So Quincy’s designated helpmeet had, to not only look the part, but have the lineage to match. Lisa Kendricks was the granddaughter of the late Apostle Kendricks, the founder of Kingdom Church of God, so she had the lineage down. Lisa was also a very beautiful young lady if I must admit, never intimidating to me, but beautiful nonetheless. She stood at five foot, seven inches tall, with a caramel skin complexion and a very voluptuous size six figure. Her hair was very versatile, but as of recently she had been sporting an asymmetrical bob cut. She had modeled extensively throughout her latter high school years and early college years, travelling to Milan, Dubai, and Venice to name a few and graduated summa cum laude from Jackson University a year after Quincy and I. So on paper and the outside, Lisa Kendricks is the perfect match for dear old Elder Matthews, but from what he was saying to me just a while ago, Sister Kendricks ain’t got the anointing he needs her to have.
“How he’s sorry for ending our relationship, how Lisa isn’t for him, that he’s tired of living the Matthews dream and ready to make decisions based on his happiness and.." I stopped mid sentence. I was contemplating wheter or not to tell Janette all that Quincy said in regards to me.
"And what, Chey. What else did he say?" Janette asked sounding sort of eager yet impatient.
"He said he wanted me and.. and that he needed me." I replied slowly, actually thinking out what Quincy had said.
"He wants you now?! As if he can just pick you up and put you down when he gets good and ready." Janette had a bit of irritation in her voice. I could understand her irritation, but she was not easy to give the benefit of the doubt, especially once you've done wrong by her or someone she loved.
"You and I both know that isn't it. You know how those Matthews are, so shallow and superficial." I responded trying to bring her back down before she got all riled up.
"Yea, but he's almost thirty! He can make his own decisions, Chey, so he can't keep using that crutch. Part of me feels he always wanted to experience Lisa regardless of his parents influence. Hmmph. But that's another subject for another day. So what did you say to all of this foolery?" She questioned.
"I didn't say anything. That's when you called on the other line." I was beginning to feel like I was being interigated and becoming defensive so I opted not tell her about me suggesting he text me later. "Now Jan, I didn't tell you to call me to talk about the Elder. How's Dad Christopher?" I said making an attempt to redirect the conversation. I had had enough excitement for one day and I was getting tired.
"He's progressing quickly, thank God. By the time Jaime, Jess and I left, his heart rate had fully stabilized. Mommy is staying the night with him and I'll go by on my lunch hour tomorrow to relieve Mommy."
"That's great! God is still on the throne. Have your emotions stabilized, honey?" I asked uprooting from my chaise, picking up Zion and headed up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Yea, Xavier called once he got in the office after he preached and talked to me and prayed with me. God, I love that man, he's just so patient and understanding." She responded. Xavier was her fiancee, national evangelist and prophet. He was a member of Kendricks Memorial Kingdom of God, the headquarters church. He and Janette had been dating for the past three years and he finally proposed to her six months ago. It was so funny because he was in the middle of prophescying to Missionary Winthrop at the Regional meeting and he just blurts out, "The Lord says to marry you!" and the congregation is like "huhn?!" Missionary Winthrop is a sixty-three year old widow! Then he continued "Janette, the Lord says now, Father says to marry you and the time is now!" I remember looking over at Janette who was so taken by shock, she just sat there expressionless. She managed to utter out a "yes" in the midst of her tears and worship. Jan Jan was going INNNN!!
"Jan, God knew what he was doing when he put you two together." I said placing her on speaker phone while I undressed and got into my pajamas. Zion crawled in between my accent pillows on my queen sized Mahogany sleigh bed. "I'm glad to hear about Dad Christopher making progress, can't wait 'til he's home. When does Xavier get back?"
"He's doing three nights out there and he'll be back Wednesday afternoon. We have to do tastings and finalize the menu with the caterer Wednesday evening and he's back out Thursday evening to Los Angeles for two nights and Sunday morning at Greater Rehoboth Temple."
"Whoa, girl. How's does he do it? Better yet how do you cope? Juggling wedding planning and a hectic ministry itinerary, I don't know if I could." I responded, I had to take my hat off to Janette, I am patient and tolerant, but she takes it to a whole new altitude.
"Girl, I don't even know. God is really instilling this tolerance and patience in me. I know its for the kingdom, but God knows my heart too. I want a family, and I don't want my family and my marriage taking a backseat to ministry. If it wasn't going to work the Lord wouldn't have spoken it. Xavier knows and understands this too, so there will be a middle ground." Janette responded with a chuckle.
"I'm sure it will be. Have come to grips with leaving the safety new of Lighthouse and going to Kendricks Memorial, Lady Clarke?" I said teasing Janette, she was not too pleased to be leaving her dad's church, her home church, to join Xavier at Kendricks Memorial.
"Sister Christopher doesn't want to but has to, and Lady Clarke will deal with it." She replied referring to herself in the third person.
"Uh-uhn daughter, that doesn't sound like submission." I teased with a chuckle.
"The submission is in there being a Lady Clarke to be at Kendricks Memorial." She retaliated laughing.
"Alright now, daughter! I got about seven chapel caps for you too for your first few months over there." I said, by this time I'm laughing so hard I'm beginning to tear.
"Chey, please don't remind me how traditional they are over there. I hate wearing them during Regionals and Fellowships now its about to be an every Sunday thing." Janette laughed.
"Its times like these I don't resent being single." I said.
"Oh trust, let Quincy talk to you long enough on the right night and you'll be longing for something to cuddle up with at night other than Zion." She retorted.
"Oh really?! Like how you cuddle with Xavier?"
"That's different. That's ministry"
We both busted out in laughter.
"Be ye holy for I am holy, and on that note I'm going to bed. Me and Zion." I said.
"Good Night Girl, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Night Lady, call me before you go to see Dad Christopher and I may meet you. I'm working from home tomorrow."
"Okay. Night."
We hung up and as saw I had a text message. I must not have heard the beep amidst all the laughing Janette and I were doing. 'CAN U MEET ME @ THE PROMENADE 2MRW?' it was from Quincy. Wow! He's really going hard I thought to myself.
I replied: 'I COULD, BUT FOR WHAT?'
To which he responded like minute later: 'CHEY BAY, I NEED 2 SEE U AGAIN! JUST US..'
I started to feel light and fluttery in my stomach seeing he referred to me as Chey Bay, that was his pet name for me while we were together. Truthfully, I wanted to see him just as bad, but I couldn't let him know: 'WHAT TIME?'
He responded: 'WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU'
I said: '5'
To which he responded: 'GREAT! I CAN'T WAIT 2 SEE U. I NVR STOPPED LOVING U CHEY BAY!'
I laid there and gazed at my phone rereading Quincy's last text message until I drifted off to sleep. I was totally caught up and I hoped I wasn't caught up in my own form of lust. God keep me!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Kingdom Girl [1]
"Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling,..." Bishop Harp started as he quoted the benediction. BBBBZZZZ!!! BBBBZZZZ!!! My phone was going off in my bag. BBBBZZZZ!!! BBBBZZZZ!!! "Who is calling me knowing I'm in church?", I thought to myself. My phone buzzed two more times before the caller decided to hang up. I made a mental note to check my missed calls as soon as Bishop was finished. How embarassing someone was calling me during service, especially on the Sunday I was assigned to sit on the pulpit. It better have been urgent I thought to myself.
"...glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen."
"Amen" the congregation resounded in concert.
I made a mad dash to into my Dooney satchel bag for my beloved BlackBerry, the screen notified me of my missed call. Exiting the dialogue box, I saw Janette Christopher's name. Hmmm. I wondered what was so urgent, she knows what time I get out of church. Something must have really happened. I began to worry silently. I tried to get to my car as fast as I could so I could return Janette's call.
"Minister Bradley." I heard someone call out.
"Yes, who called me?" I asked turning in the direction of the voice trying not to sound too annoyed.
"I did." responded Elder Gaylord, Bishop Harp's micro-managing, nerve-riding, Divo of a Adjutant.
"Bless You, Elder Gaylord" I responded once in conversational distance.
"Bless You Daughter. Bishop would like to meet with you briefly." He replied snudely. Did he just son me and call me daughter? I thought to myself and shook my head as to not even vocalize it.
"Right now?!"
"Yes, right now Minister." His tone changing to matter-of-factly.
"What did I do now?!"
"Psst, as if I know! You better march your BCBG's in there and see what he want. Hmmp I was just told to come and get you."
"Thank You, Elder!" I said as I walked through the door of the sanctuary that led to the corridors of the administrative offices.
I knocked on Bishop's door twice. "Cheyenne, is that you?" He asked.
"Yes sir, its me."
"Come in and close the door behind you." I followed instructions and did as I was told, taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. Bishop sat in his brown leather wingback chair and placed his hands folded on his chest. "In all my years of pastoring Cheyenne, I have never seen such drive, conviction and enthusiasm in young people as you have instilled in the youths here at New Jerusalem."
"Why thank you Bishop, but its only through much prayer and the leadership of God, that we are where we are." I responded humbly while trying to suppress the proud grin I wanted to display.
"Well, Cheyenne aint no harms in giving honors wheres its due." I loved Bishop's little southern dialect and extra 's' sound at the end of words it didn't belong. "I asked you to come here because after this morning’s youths service and listening to you exalt them young peoples and ministering the Word, I's made my decision to submit your name as Regional Youth Prelate." He said leaning forward grinning with a gleam of pride.
"Wow, Bishop Harp, I'm honored, I don't know what to say. That's way more youth than just New Jerusalem" I managed to utter, still totally shocked.
"Say you'll do it and make me proud. 'Sides, there's only 7 mo' churches besides New Jerusalem." He responded.
"I'll do you one better, I'll pray on it and meet with you Friday after work, just before youth service to give you my answer." I retorted.
"See, Cheyenne, that's how I'm sure I can depend on you. You consult the Father first." He said proudly.
"In all my ways Bishop. Well, if that's all I must get going." I rushed still wondering what was the urgency with Janette's call.
"Yes, daughter it is. I shall see you Friday at 6:30. I'll tell Agnes to put it on my schedule. Have a blessed week. I'm praying with you too, now you hear?"
"Yes, sir. Blessings to you on this week too. See you Friday evening." I raced out the side door to my designated parking spot, started my ignition and phoned Janette back. "Hey, Janette, what's up? Is everything alright? I saw I missed your call while I was still in service." All I heard was sniffles on the other end, Janette was crying. "Jan, are you okay?! Talk to me!"
"Its...its Daddy..." She managed to stammer out.
"Yes, what's wrong, Hun" I asked. "What happened?" I tried to remain calm.
"He had a severe heart attack and the doctors aren't sure he's gonna make it, he has a twenty percent chance of living." Janette uttered through tears.
"Oh God, Jan! What hospital are you all at? I'm coming now!" I said.
"County East, he's in the ER. Hurry girl, I need you." She said.
"I'm coming, Hun, I'm coming." I responded as I hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived to the hospital, Janette was in the rear of the waiting room with her mother, Lady Michelene Christopher, and her brother Jamison and sister-in-law, Jessica. Ma Lene, as we affectionately referred to Lady Christopher, recognized me and waved me in their direction. Janette was texting someone when I walked up to her. “Hey Ma Lene, how are you?” I greeted walking closer.
“Hey Sweetie, I’m hanging in there.” Ma Lene responded.
“Jaime and Jess, how are you two? How much longer?” I asked.
“Good.” Jamison answered.
“I’m good, but I can’t wait until this little one comes out to meet us. Four more weeks until Jamison Lavander Christopher the third or Jaime-Lynn Lisette arrives.” Jessica replied. Jamison and Jessica didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, so they have names for a boy or a girl.
“Hey Jan Jan, how are you holding up? I rushed over here as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket. What’s the prognosis for Dad Christopher?” I asked turning my attention to Janette.
“I’m calmer now, glad to see you. I would’ve paid the ticket though,” she said with a chuckle. “Dad is still in the ER, they’re keeping him there until his heart beat regulates before they move him to a room. He’s going to have to stay a few nights for observation. His chances are looking up, we’ve been here praying and the doctor actually just came to update us a little before you got here.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. Lord, knows I was praying on my way over here. It’s not his time yet.” I responded.
“No, its not, he has his first grandchild on the way he still has to meet.” Jaime chimed in.
“So how was service on this morning?” Ma Lene asked.
“It was wonderful. The glory cloud was in the temple and the people praised and the people danced!”
“As usual, New Jeru knows how to praise Him.” Janette joked.
“Yes, it was Youth and Young Adult Sunday and from Praise and Worship on, the atmosphere was charged.” I said.
“Who preached?” Jaime asked.
“Jeremy Stacks. My God, that boy cleaned house too! The Lord really used him mightily. Bishop just sat there in awe at how the Lord has been really using the young people of New Jerusalem. So much in fact that Bishop Harp has told me that he is submitting my name for Regional Youth Prelate.”
“WOW! Chey that’s awesome. What did you say?” Janette asked.
“I told Bishop I’d pray on it and I have an answer for him before youth fellowship on Friday night. It’s a great honor to be considered, but an even greater task, I mean, regional?? New Jerusalem took much time and prayer and now the whole region? I’ve got a lot to consider.” I replied shaking my head.
“Well, Sweetie you did the right thing in letting Bishop Harp know that you needed to pray on it first. That’s the wisdom you are going to need if you choose to accept the position, but I believe God and Bishop know what they’re doing.” Ma Lene commented.
“I believe that much also. I just want to talk it over with the Father.” I stated.
“Can never go wrong with that.” Jessica commented just as a doctor approached us. He was rather handsome in those scrubs I thought to myself.
“Mrs. Christopher, can you come with me?” he asked. He and Ma Lene walked off to the side of the emergency room to continue the conversation. We all sat in silence and tried to read the doctor’s lips and Ma Lene’s facial expression. They both began to walk back our direction.
“Mommy, is everything alright? What’d he say?” Janette asked nervously.
“He’s says your father’s heart rate is stabilizing. They are going to keep him for observation and to run a few tests. He’s going to be fine, honey, but it will be a few days before they release him to come home. I’m going to go up to see him now, only two people are allowed at a time so Nette come with me and we’ll come back down in about ten minutes so Jaime and Jess can go up.” Ma Lene said and Janette nodded affirmatively.
“Well, Jan Jan, now that everything’s settling I’m going to head home and prepare for this week. Give me a call as soon as you get in. Okay?” I said while pulling my bag onto my shoulder and checking my phone. I saw a text message from Quincy, oh God, what did he want I thought to myself.
“Okay, I will.” Janette replied.
I hugged and kissed everyone and made my way to out the automatic doors to the parking lot. I got into my Black Acura TL and threw my bag into the passenger seat, started the ignition and turned up my stereo. My iPod was set on shuffle and Byron Cage’s “Proclamation” came blaring on. “There is a name...” I began to sing to myself. Before I backed out, I checked the text message from Quincy: Call me when you get a chance, it read. Puh huh I thought to myself as I proceeded to back out of my parking spot.
I stopped by the supermarket to pick up a head of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and cranberry juice on my way home. I pulled into my driveway, gathered my bags and groceries and went inside. I was greeted at the door by Zion, my teacup Yorkshire terrier. “Hi Booga.” I placed my bag on the kitchen counter along with my grocery bags. I went into the living room and turned on the television to the BET for R. A. Vernon’s broadcast, it was about that time. He was doing this series on being saved and single. His opening message was coming on and my phone was buzzing, it was Quincy. Oh God here we go I thought to myself “Hello…”
"...glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen."
"Amen" the congregation resounded in concert.
I made a mad dash to into my Dooney satchel bag for my beloved BlackBerry, the screen notified me of my missed call. Exiting the dialogue box, I saw Janette Christopher's name. Hmmm. I wondered what was so urgent, she knows what time I get out of church. Something must have really happened. I began to worry silently. I tried to get to my car as fast as I could so I could return Janette's call.
"Minister Bradley." I heard someone call out.
"Yes, who called me?" I asked turning in the direction of the voice trying not to sound too annoyed.
"I did." responded Elder Gaylord, Bishop Harp's micro-managing, nerve-riding, Divo of a Adjutant.
"Bless You, Elder Gaylord" I responded once in conversational distance.
"Bless You Daughter. Bishop would like to meet with you briefly." He replied snudely. Did he just son me and call me daughter? I thought to myself and shook my head as to not even vocalize it.
"Right now?!"
"Yes, right now Minister." His tone changing to matter-of-factly.
"What did I do now?!"
"Psst, as if I know! You better march your BCBG's in there and see what he want. Hmmp I was just told to come and get you."
"Thank You, Elder!" I said as I walked through the door of the sanctuary that led to the corridors of the administrative offices.
I knocked on Bishop's door twice. "Cheyenne, is that you?" He asked.
"Yes sir, its me."
"Come in and close the door behind you." I followed instructions and did as I was told, taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. Bishop sat in his brown leather wingback chair and placed his hands folded on his chest. "In all my years of pastoring Cheyenne, I have never seen such drive, conviction and enthusiasm in young people as you have instilled in the youths here at New Jerusalem."
"Why thank you Bishop, but its only through much prayer and the leadership of God, that we are where we are." I responded humbly while trying to suppress the proud grin I wanted to display.
"Well, Cheyenne aint no harms in giving honors wheres its due." I loved Bishop's little southern dialect and extra 's' sound at the end of words it didn't belong. "I asked you to come here because after this morning’s youths service and listening to you exalt them young peoples and ministering the Word, I's made my decision to submit your name as Regional Youth Prelate." He said leaning forward grinning with a gleam of pride.
"Wow, Bishop Harp, I'm honored, I don't know what to say. That's way more youth than just New Jerusalem" I managed to utter, still totally shocked.
"Say you'll do it and make me proud. 'Sides, there's only 7 mo' churches besides New Jerusalem." He responded.
"I'll do you one better, I'll pray on it and meet with you Friday after work, just before youth service to give you my answer." I retorted.
"See, Cheyenne, that's how I'm sure I can depend on you. You consult the Father first." He said proudly.
"In all my ways Bishop. Well, if that's all I must get going." I rushed still wondering what was the urgency with Janette's call.
"Yes, daughter it is. I shall see you Friday at 6:30. I'll tell Agnes to put it on my schedule. Have a blessed week. I'm praying with you too, now you hear?"
"Yes, sir. Blessings to you on this week too. See you Friday evening." I raced out the side door to my designated parking spot, started my ignition and phoned Janette back. "Hey, Janette, what's up? Is everything alright? I saw I missed your call while I was still in service." All I heard was sniffles on the other end, Janette was crying. "Jan, are you okay?! Talk to me!"
"Its...its Daddy..." She managed to stammer out.
"Yes, what's wrong, Hun" I asked. "What happened?" I tried to remain calm.
"He had a severe heart attack and the doctors aren't sure he's gonna make it, he has a twenty percent chance of living." Janette uttered through tears.
"Oh God, Jan! What hospital are you all at? I'm coming now!" I said.
"County East, he's in the ER. Hurry girl, I need you." She said.
"I'm coming, Hun, I'm coming." I responded as I hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived to the hospital, Janette was in the rear of the waiting room with her mother, Lady Michelene Christopher, and her brother Jamison and sister-in-law, Jessica. Ma Lene, as we affectionately referred to Lady Christopher, recognized me and waved me in their direction. Janette was texting someone when I walked up to her. “Hey Ma Lene, how are you?” I greeted walking closer.
“Hey Sweetie, I’m hanging in there.” Ma Lene responded.
“Jaime and Jess, how are you two? How much longer?” I asked.
“Good.” Jamison answered.
“I’m good, but I can’t wait until this little one comes out to meet us. Four more weeks until Jamison Lavander Christopher the third or Jaime-Lynn Lisette arrives.” Jessica replied. Jamison and Jessica didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, so they have names for a boy or a girl.
“Hey Jan Jan, how are you holding up? I rushed over here as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket. What’s the prognosis for Dad Christopher?” I asked turning my attention to Janette.
“I’m calmer now, glad to see you. I would’ve paid the ticket though,” she said with a chuckle. “Dad is still in the ER, they’re keeping him there until his heart beat regulates before they move him to a room. He’s going to have to stay a few nights for observation. His chances are looking up, we’ve been here praying and the doctor actually just came to update us a little before you got here.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. Lord, knows I was praying on my way over here. It’s not his time yet.” I responded.
“No, its not, he has his first grandchild on the way he still has to meet.” Jaime chimed in.
“So how was service on this morning?” Ma Lene asked.
“It was wonderful. The glory cloud was in the temple and the people praised and the people danced!”
“As usual, New Jeru knows how to praise Him.” Janette joked.
“Yes, it was Youth and Young Adult Sunday and from Praise and Worship on, the atmosphere was charged.” I said.
“Who preached?” Jaime asked.
“Jeremy Stacks. My God, that boy cleaned house too! The Lord really used him mightily. Bishop just sat there in awe at how the Lord has been really using the young people of New Jerusalem. So much in fact that Bishop Harp has told me that he is submitting my name for Regional Youth Prelate.”
“WOW! Chey that’s awesome. What did you say?” Janette asked.
“I told Bishop I’d pray on it and I have an answer for him before youth fellowship on Friday night. It’s a great honor to be considered, but an even greater task, I mean, regional?? New Jerusalem took much time and prayer and now the whole region? I’ve got a lot to consider.” I replied shaking my head.
“Well, Sweetie you did the right thing in letting Bishop Harp know that you needed to pray on it first. That’s the wisdom you are going to need if you choose to accept the position, but I believe God and Bishop know what they’re doing.” Ma Lene commented.
“I believe that much also. I just want to talk it over with the Father.” I stated.
“Can never go wrong with that.” Jessica commented just as a doctor approached us. He was rather handsome in those scrubs I thought to myself.
“Mrs. Christopher, can you come with me?” he asked. He and Ma Lene walked off to the side of the emergency room to continue the conversation. We all sat in silence and tried to read the doctor’s lips and Ma Lene’s facial expression. They both began to walk back our direction.
“Mommy, is everything alright? What’d he say?” Janette asked nervously.
“He’s says your father’s heart rate is stabilizing. They are going to keep him for observation and to run a few tests. He’s going to be fine, honey, but it will be a few days before they release him to come home. I’m going to go up to see him now, only two people are allowed at a time so Nette come with me and we’ll come back down in about ten minutes so Jaime and Jess can go up.” Ma Lene said and Janette nodded affirmatively.
“Well, Jan Jan, now that everything’s settling I’m going to head home and prepare for this week. Give me a call as soon as you get in. Okay?” I said while pulling my bag onto my shoulder and checking my phone. I saw a text message from Quincy, oh God, what did he want I thought to myself.
“Okay, I will.” Janette replied.
I hugged and kissed everyone and made my way to out the automatic doors to the parking lot. I got into my Black Acura TL and threw my bag into the passenger seat, started the ignition and turned up my stereo. My iPod was set on shuffle and Byron Cage’s “Proclamation” came blaring on. “There is a name...” I began to sing to myself. Before I backed out, I checked the text message from Quincy: Call me when you get a chance, it read. Puh huh I thought to myself as I proceeded to back out of my parking spot.
I stopped by the supermarket to pick up a head of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and cranberry juice on my way home. I pulled into my driveway, gathered my bags and groceries and went inside. I was greeted at the door by Zion, my teacup Yorkshire terrier. “Hi Booga.” I placed my bag on the kitchen counter along with my grocery bags. I went into the living room and turned on the television to the BET for R. A. Vernon’s broadcast, it was about that time. He was doing this series on being saved and single. His opening message was coming on and my phone was buzzing, it was Quincy. Oh God here we go I thought to myself “Hello…”
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