If Only...

Prologue

~Note: Okay, so this story us based on the song You are More by Tenth Avenue North. This song impacted me greatly and gave me inspiration for a story. Hope you enjoy~

"Go and learn what this means, 'I desire mercy, and not sacrifice.' For I came not to call the righteous, but sinners." -Matthew 9:13

If only she could see what she is and not what she restricts herself to. She's beautiful, caring, sweet, all the things that I would want in a wife. The one problem is that she can't look forward. She can't seem to let go of her problems. She claims she loves the Lord, but she can't let go of the past. As I look at her I wonder why. Why can't see she that's she been made clean in the Lord. If she could ever do that then maybe we could finally be together. Maybe I could she her what live really is.

But me start at the beginning, or maybe a little bit before the beginning if I could. My name is Taylor Wilson and her name is Cathy Mildred. She used to be a call girl, for lack of a better word. She found the Lord, but she can't forgive herself. If only she saw what I saw in her. I don't see her past, I see her future, and where she is now. If only...

~Cathy~

He's looking at me again, from a distance like be always does. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Probably what the rest of the church was thinking. I was cheap and not worth being here. If it was okay, they would kick me out. Some probably would if they got a chance and talking to the 'prodigal disaster' was acceptable. But he looks at me differently than the others do. He looks like he's trying to figure me out. I know that he will never talk to me, but it would be nice to have a conversation. If only I would have had a better past. If only people could forgive me. If only I could forgive myself...