Proverbial Woman, Chapter 3, Part 3

“Yes. That would be perfect!”

“Mind if I ask you a question?” he asked, as he gazed into my eyes.

“Sure. Go right ahead.” I answered, as I twisted the ends of the towel to fit more snug.

“We’ve talked about a lot of things. How do you really feel about God?” he asked, taking me by surprise.

“I know He exist. As a little girl I was raised to believe everything was done for the good of His glory. But then, when all of those bad things started happening to my parents, I sort of withdrew from my beliefs. And now with everything beginning to make sense in my life, I’m starting to realize I need Him now more than ever before.”

Standing just inches away from me with a look of sadness in his eyes, as he stared down unto the floor he slowly answered, “I agree. I felt the same way after I lost my Elizabeth. She was everything to me. It’s just that I was too busy being selfish to realize it.

Its funny…the hardest thing I fought with after losing her was the one consistent thought that I kept pushing to the back of my mind when she was alive. I could never give myself a legitimate answer whenever I found myself confronted with the question of, ‘how much longer could I continue to justify in my soul the lie that I was living with in my heart.’
How could I have lent myself to such a false way of life built on something as spiritually immaterial as wealth? Although love is sometimes unkind, it is the part of being totally committed that makes it fulfilling.’”

“You are so right,” I tenderly murmured, realizing tears were falling from my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your session,” he insisted, apologetically.

“No. You haven’t done any of the sort. It’s just that it’s a sad thing to see someone hurt over lost love. Especially with a heart like mine, that has seen its share of it.”

“When its true, it doesn’t come without a cost,” he added.

“Oh, I’m quite sure of that.” I replied, as I took a sip from my drink.

“Remember,” he called back as he turned to pick up his table. “Your body is a vessel which embodies your spirit. And you must take care of it by eating proper foods and drinking plenty of water. In the long run it will help if you let go of that fine drink that you have there. Maybe only on special occasions…”

“I’ll take that into consideration. Is there any other special thing you would like to leave me with,” I asked, jokingly.

“Yes. To whom much is given, much is required. And you’ve been given a wonderful gift to tell a beautiful story. I believe you will find love. And it will at times seem as contradictory as the wind that blows in a storm. But don’t ever be dismay, for it is God’s will that you endure.

From those times you will learn it is acts of loves gestures that make of monumental lessons. They are nothing more than gifts of grace passed along under the disguise of growing pains. It is through this understanding that you will find happiness in this unjust world.”

He then turned, opened the door, and faded away just as mysteriously as he appeared a few hours before. Watching the door close behind him, right at that moment I felt the displacing of my spirit lift and carry me over to the lounger. Noticing not much of anything. As I descended into a mental stupor, I aimlessly found myself engaging in slumber, as I retired to a reposing state. 

Then suddenly.