Bliss

Eight

There were flowers in every corner of her house.

The house smelled like a perfume emporium.

It was no bother, only a blessing that touched Bliss's heart and brought tears to her eyes.

This morning, Bliss finally got the nerve to email her students and donors about the loss of her studio and how she planned to move forward.

It took almost three hours and a support call with her mother to word the email.

'To my most loved students and blessed donors.

As some of you may have noticed in the absence of daily lessons and a ride down Porter Road, the studio has been consumed by fire.

I'd like to apologize first, I was devasted and found no time to let you all know sooner. The memories and even mentioning the studio sends me to tears.

I've prayed and sought the Lord.

He answered,

It breaks my heart to send this email, as I've done many things in blind faith, but this hurts the most.

Dance For Jesus will be closed indefinitely.

I'm so sorry, and I pray that God will direct you all to another studio to worship in.

Please keep me in your prayers, as this time has been and will be the most trying time for me.

I love you all so so much.

My prayer is that God will make a way for us to dance together again. I'm sure we will dance together in Heaven, but let us all pray for such a time on earth.

God bless you all.

Love, Bliss.'

Thirty minutes after sending the email, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to her house with a note.

'Miss Bliss,

Thank you for pouring yourself out to us. I'll never forget your kindness and patience. I know that God will honor your faithfulness to Him in this time. Don't lose heart, and never stop dancing for Jesus!

Dianna Richardson.'

The note sent Bliss to tears.

And now, six hours later, she hadn't had a moment without tears until now.

The notes and text messages that poured in blessed her heart to the brim.

Now, she was glad to have downtime.

Her eyes were swollen, but it was fitting.

Whether she could admit it or not, the email set her obedience to God's Word in stone.

Moving forward was her portion, and it began with a sort of funeral for her studio.

She only needed a repast to seal the deal.

Though, it would have to be small.

A smile grew on her face as an idea came to mind.

"That's exactly what I need! A celebration, a memorial in a sense! Thank You, Lord," She cheered for the first time today.