“Who would be calling you this early? Besides me, that is.” Stephanie chuckled at herself. “Probably Momma. Tell her I’ll call her in a few minutes. By the way, what did you decide to wear to the rehearsal tonight?”
“Steph, really, I’ve got to go. Talk to you later.”
Cyd clicked Off, threw the phone on the bed, and headed to the bathroom. She couldn’t bear more wedding talk at the moment, and if it was her mother, that’s all she would hear.
She peeled off her clothes, turned on the shower, and stepped under the warm spray of water. Now that she was smack up against it—the wedding, the birthday—everything seemed to rush at her. She wouldn’t mind being forty, unmarried, and childless if she’d expected it. But from a young age she’d prayed repeatedly for a husband—and not just a “Christian” but someone on fire for the Lord. And she’d believed deep in her heart that God would answer.
Cyd looked upward, past the dingy housing of the lightbulb, as tears mingled with water, questions with accusation.
I trusted in Your promises, Lord. You said if I delighted myself in You, You would give me the desires of my heart.
The tears flowed harder.You said if I abide in You and Your words abide in me, I could ask whatever I wish and it would be done. Haven’t I delighted myself in You? Haven’t I abided in You?
The story continues in Faithful
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KIM CASH TATE is the author of Cherished, Faithful, Heavenly Places, and the memoir More Christian than African-American. A former practicing attorney, she is also the founder of Colored in Christ Ministries. She and her husband have two children.
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