“For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved.” Romans 10:10 NIV
Her perfume was beginning to fade and her nail polish was chipped.
“I knew I should have bought the gel polish. Such an idiot.”
She had a pair of black slacks in the back seat of her car. She wore them to the office from time to time. Thank God she forgot to bring them into the house. Anastasia lifted the lever on the left side of the driver’s seat and slid the seat back. She reached into the back seat and grabbed the pants. Carefully, she pulled the pants on over her panties and under the shirt that she wore as a dress the night before. Then she smeared Vaseline on her edges and her lips.
“Good as new.”
God knew her in all her glory. He knew her weaknesses and strengths. He knew her better than anyone. He could heal her broken heart.
“Lord knows it’s jacked up this time.”
She bowed her head slightly as she entered the sanctuary.
“Good morning, Sister Faith.”
Sister Faith gave a nod and a smile. Sister Faith lifted the intricate fan she was carrying and did a slight wave offering over Anastasia.
“Lord, I know I probably still smell like Caleb. In fact, I can still feel his fingertips all over my body. I can smell his breath on my neck. I spent my tithes and offerings on shrimp and vodka. I’m here, though. I don’t know if that counts for anything. I sure hope so. My heart is bruised, valves are broken, and they no longer carry blood. They carry shame. Father, I’m here in your house. I’m not in my ‘Sunday Best’ and I’m a work in progress but I’m here. Please heal me. Please touch me.”
Just then, she heard the praise and worship leader lift his hands and wail. He was crying out. When his lips parted, it was like he forced out all the tarnished parts of his soul. With every sound he uttered, more pain came out. Then he stood there empty and freed from his sorrow. He was free. A tear fell clumsily from Anastasia’s right eye. The tear awkwardly waited on her cheek for company. She had no more. Just one. Just one tear. It waited in vain, died and left a stain. She envied him. She envied his liberation. When he began to sing, she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of God’s loving arms.
She knew her prayer would be answered.
By: Shaun Liriano