Until The Whole World Hears?

Chapter: 6: Plans

                                                                                        James POV:

                      

                              I waited in Heather’s living room as she went to go get dressed. I am from top to bottom uneasy about taking her out, so I made plans for us to spend the evening at a less populated diner down town. I heard her footsteps coming down the stair case. I looked up to see her wearing a pale pink blouse and black dress pants with black high heels. She look stunning as always, but it was a bit too dressy for this evenings occasion … When she finds out where I’m taking her she’ll be pretty upset.

 I stand up to meet her half way.

   “Wow …” Is all I say.

  What do you think?” She says twirling around.

 “You look great.” I say enthusiastically.

                                        She pulls me in for a kiss and I return it back, she unexpectedly pulls away which makes me almost fall and my knees gets weak.

   “So where you takin’ me?”  She gazes up at me, smiling.

  “Uh … To eat …” I say trying to give little information as possible.

    “Where?”

 “It’s a surprise?” Not sure if saying that will make things worse.

  “Well, let’s go.” She says grabbing my jacket collar, while I trail along behind her.

                            As soon as I turn on the car engine and begin to pull out of the drive way, I forgot that I had the Christian radio station playing the last time Ava was in my car.

  “You listen to this psychotic music?” She says giving me a look.

 “Ava listens to it, and it’s not psychotic.” I say getting offended.

  “When are you going to break up with Virgin Mary, anyway?” She says with annoyed tone.

 “I care about her … And she cares about me …”

“What does she have that I don’t?!”

“Why do we have to have these conversation

“Gee, I don’t know … Maybe because our relationship isn’t public, and your relationship with her i

“I love you, isn’t that enough?” I say, sick and tired of the arguing.

                    “What do you love? Because I’m not seeing any love here.” I can hear the brokenness in her voice and this is the first time she has ever expressed this to me. I take my eyes off the road to get a glimpse of her face and it hurts me to see her like this.

  “If I didn’t love I wouldn’t be doing this.” I say.

“This is our time to forget about everything else and to be ourselves.” I continue.

                                                 She lets out a sigh and looks out the window. I make a turn into the next street and we arrive at the diner. It’s not as bad as I thought it seemed during night when the streets lights are on and the diner windows have paintings like in a museum. I park across the street from it and I make it over to the passenger’s seat to open the door for Heather. She doesn’t show that she is impressed by this as she walks away carrying her purse like she doesn’t notice.

                                We make it inside and the only people I see inside are the waitress and a man with his laptop sitting at the far end. We take our seat and the waitress hands us our menu’s.

“The chicken fingers look good …” I suggest, but she doesn’t respond.

                                 “What do you think you’ll be getting? …” I say trying to look over her menu to see her face. Tears are streaming down her eyes, and she makes this sort of hick-up sobbing sound, that sounds pretty loud since it’s so quit in here.

 “Heather …” I begin and she gets up from the table and speeds walks away and into of the ladies restroom.

                                                                                     Ava’s POV:

                                    I spent hours online looking up Christian universities and so many to choose from. I didn’t mind being far from home, but what made it the most difficult is that all the universities I looked up had something unique to their missionary programs. At this point I needed an answer from God for only he knows what is best for me on this big step that I’m taking. I took a second to look back on all the verses I kept track of when I knew that God had put this in my heart to be a missionary.

                           For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!” Romans 10:13-15

And he said to them, “Go into the entire world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation. Mark 16:15

 

After reading those verses I got on my knees to begin prayer and then read some more verses.

                                                                                 James POV:

                              I waited almost half an hour before she decided to come out her eyes were a bit puffy and her makeup smeared all over her face. I got up to sit next her and hold her in my arms as she laid her head on my shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize.

“No … I’m sorry.” She says.

“For?” I ask curious.

“Making your life hell.”

“You could never do that, if it’s anything you make it better.” I say kindly.

She lifts her head from my shoulders and looks up at me put it’s like she’s looking through me.

“I have something … to tell you.” She says softly.