Bliss

Four

She was more than excited.

Excited wasn't even the word.

But what was?

Bliss wasn't too sure, but everything seemed right.

Divinely done.

Connor kept her mind off the fire, but it was more than that.

He was so deeply in love with Christ. He was set apart.

He didn't have to speak about Christ in every sentence for Bliss to understand the depths of their relationship.

Connor sought the Lord, and He was found.

She sighed at the thought, and her mind wandered to how he'd pursue her.

Already, he'd shown himself as serious and devoted.

Men like him didn't make sense, but only because flakiness was just as common as brushing your teeth every day.

There was more to him, certainly.

No one could love God so much without something pushing them toward Him.

It sounded bad, but Luke 7:47 backed her case.

"Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven—as her great love has shown. But whoever has been forgiven little loves little."

She wanted to know more about him.

Tomorrow night she'd see him, handsomely so, and question him.

A smile took over her face as she recalled the last twenty-four hours.

Yet, just as soon as the smile came, it fell.

A vision filled her mind of the horrific fire consuming her studio.

Her one true love outside of Christ was gone.

Rebuilding was in her future, but she felt as though she'd lost a child.

Memories were all she had left.

"Maybe I should've taken more pictures," She whispered as her heart constricted.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

There were far too many maybe's that filled her mind.

Maybe she should've tried harder to save it.

But how?

How could she have stopped something she didn't ever think could happen?

"W-why?" She cried while clutching her chest.

Her love was snatched away without another word.

Where was her hope?

God hadn't forsaken her, but if this was a test, how could she withstand it?

Would God find her unfaithful?

Were her tears a sign of her unbelief?

She pressed her face on her pillow and allowed her tears to flow.

It was too much.

She needed God to take her by the hand and wipe her tears.

Was He moved with compassion?

Would He rewind time and stop the fire from starting?

A light giggle left her lips at the impossible thought.

Even through heartache, Bliss laughed.

She lifted her head from the pillow and stood.

"Abba," She sniffed. "I-i really don't know how to move forward. E-everything is harder, I want to be happy about tomorrow night, but I haven't grieved my studio. I can't handle this on my own, my emotions are everywhere, b-but," A small smile graced her face. "You are too. Remind me of why I started my studio, to dance for You."