HIS words or his words (Part 3)

God and I always had a good relationship. He would talk to me. At times, I didn’t know what HE was talking about, but later on in life, they would make sense. All of the lessons God has given me has paid off thus far. HIS words stated “Tomorrow is an event that cannot be predicted, but the past is an event that cannot be forgotten.” While sleeping on it and praying on it, the lesson that I was just learning took three months to understand the meaning of it. I was growing out of love for Chris and loving Patrick again. I had to tell Chris that I was happy but not satisfied and the only person that can keep me satisfied is “Patrick” which Chris and I stated simultaneously. It was the little things that made a difference to me and it seemed as if Chris mined the little things I focused on. Things between Pat and I continued right where they left off my freshmen year in high school. We were talking more and spending more time together. When I was with him, nothing else matter because I was safe in his presence. He would go out of his way and satisfy me as if there was no option. That is why I always had feelings for Pat because he came through when I knew he would. One year later, I found out I was pregnant with Patrick’s baby. We were both smiling for joy. Nothing can bring us down. Every night before I go to bed I say this prayer: First and foremost, I would like to say THANK YOU. You have been through for me when no one else was. You have shown the light to me when I felt I was still in darkness. You have given me knowledge when I was unwilling to learn. You have allowed me to see another day when before it was an unknown day to me because I did not know what was going to take place but you sent your angles down to protect me and my love one. Thank You, in Jesus name I pray, Amen.
Pat and I are still attending the same church. He calls me in the morning to pick me up. We ride together and sit together. Enjoying the word, the praise, and the choir is all I can ask for in a Sunday service. When we are not sitting together, he is the director of music on second and third Sunday’s for the male chorus and little sun beams.
Another lesson came from HIM which was out of the wood work. HE told me “Everything is not clear from what you view from your eyes.”A couple of Sunday’s went by and Patrick started to change. I did not get phone calls for picking up for church. I was upset after he told me was not going to church that often. He had other plans, such as going bowling, hanging with the guys, and lodging around the house. I was a faithful Sunday goer and I knew that Patrick was too, but I didn’t understand the valid reason on why he just stopped going to church with me. Patrick and I have not been seeing eye to eye because I hold going to church deeply. I could not take another day of being mean to me. Patrick knew about my needs and that is all I needed from him, just to go to Church with me. Words were said towards each other. After 45 minutes of arguing, the truth came out. “I found another church that I like going to.” “Did it come to your head that it would be nice to share that information with me?” I stated. His response was “yes it did come to mind; I just wasn’t ready to tell you.” With tension in house, I had a feeling that this was not the way I wanted to bring in an unborn child. Changes had to be made and it had to start now.
I made phone calls to my sister and cousin to see if they can help me move. My family was in shock as I was. It took a week for me to get all of my belongings out of the house. The worse about me moving was that Patrick was helping me pack up my belongings as if he was rushing me out of the house. I couldn’t move fast because I was caring our baby, which we made together. I know one thing, if it is a boy, I will show him how to treat a women since his daddy do not know how to one. The day I finally moved out, I didn’t even hug Patrick, I through the keys on the floor and slammed the door behind me.
Two months went by and I was getting phone calls and texts from Patrick about “how much he missed me”. We decided to link up and talk about our feelings toward each other. I told Patrick, “I love you, but you have some selfish ways. All I ask for us to do as a whole is go to church together. It may be hard for you but I don’t see why. You stop going to church, you say you attend another church that I never heard about and that is the most hurtful thing to me. Yes we have the physical, the mental, and the educational side of each other. But what we don’t have is the Spiritual.” Patrick told me “I don’t know what had gotten into me. I guess I gathered all the information I need from church. He had put me through thick and thin and I am still lessons. Relating the message to everyday life is kind of hard. HIS name is Jesus Christ. I know what he did for me, and why he did it. Other than that, I don’t need to explain myself for nothing. ” I responded “And you really want to continue going with our life like this? We have to make this work. I am carrying your child and the least thing you can do is not going to church with me. I don’t care what church we go to, as long as we go to church together.” Patrick was quiet for a moment. He stated “Ok, we can go to church together, we will make this work. You can move in tomorrow and I will do it all by myself.”
When I finally moved backed in with Patrick, I had a disturbing dream that same night. I heard God speak to me while I was in my sleep which woke me up. I remember HIS words stating “Lessons are to be learned and understood. Some lessons are harder than others.” I am sitting up and I looked over to Patrick while he was still sleeping.





AMEN