Roselyn___
That nagging feeling I had when I was at home and Elle over here, returned. Apparently, it was quite disturbing. Far more worse than earlier on.
Get up and pray.
Something whispered to me and I jolt up. I look around for Elle's Bible. I remember her placing it on her nightstand. I scramble up from the bed, grabbing the Bible. I flipped open to Psalm 35 and began reading.
Just then I heard a scream, an agonizing scream.
What's wrong?
Elle frowned in her sleep. At least she didn't wake up.I left the room to the hallway or rather corridor, however it is called. The screams came from Asher's room. Is he having a nightmare?
I burst into his room to meet a not so nice sight. He was struggling, hands moving around. He groaned lowly but it sounded like he was running. I ran to his bedside. His breathing was uneven and heavy.
He was struggling to breathe.
"Asher! Asher, wake up!" I try holding his hands in place.
"No!" He screamed out suddenly. I jumped back, it was quite unexpected."Asher, baby, wake up." I shook him, he wasn't stirring up.
"Father, Lord. I thank you, I glorify your holy name, Jesus. Father Lord, deliver him from the hands of the wicked. With your authority, I come against every force that's after him. I stand on your name and decree that he shall be freed."
I pulled him into my arms, hugging him tightly as I prayed.
He started struggling to breathe, whimpering in pain. He gripped my arms tight. I started panicking.
No!I can't have a panic attack now.
He suddenly went numb in my arms, his grip on my arms loosened so fast, I couldn't comprehend. His arms fell back like they were lifeless. He threw his hand backwards.I know what this means. I have seen this happen to people in movies, in hospitals to not understand what this is.
It can't be true.
I waved my hand over his face.
No!
No, please.
It can't be happening!"No, Asher. You are not doing this to me. You can't pull this trick on me." My heartbeats escalated, I was shaking.
I place my head at where his heart laid and it wasn't beating.
You can't die on me.
His body felt cold. I pulled his eye lids apart, his eyes held no life in them.I lost you before, I can't loose you again.
Please, wake up, baby.I cradle him in my arms, rocking us both as tears threatened to spill out.
I can't hold back the tears anymore.Lord Jesus, please save him. Don't let him die, please.
"You are the miracle working God, the one that made the blind to see. You made the lame to walk. You rose the dead. You rose Lazarus from the dead even when people doubted you, Lord. You are the mighty God, who is like unto you? There's no other person I can call on when I'm in shambles. There's no other God I can put my faith and trust in but you. Father, when I prayed, when I fasted day and night for You to reveal who I was to spend my life with and you showed me, Asher. Father, this is not what you planned. Father, this is not what you revealed to me! Jesus!!" I let out a cry of exasperation. I was weeping. I was shaking.
"The God that I serve won't let the devil have his way in my life. The God I serve, won't abandon His children in the time of their need. I don't know what he was battling. I don't what was happening in the spiritual realm. I don't know who or what he faced but I know and I strongly believe that he's not dead. Asher--Jesus, perform your miracle. Stretch forth Your hand and revive him. Lay Your mighty hand upon him. Jesus!! Save him, Lord." I was already a crying mess. I kept rocking Asher, I kept praying. I pleaded with God. I begged God for a second chance for Asher.
"You said in your world, Psalm 145 verse 18 and 19 that when we call unto You in truth, You'll fulfill all the desire of us that fear You and you'll hear our cry, and will save them. Father, I lift up my voice to the heavens, I cry desperately for your intervention. I plead oh Lord, that you may deliver him from the hands of death. Restore unto him his soul and life. Please, Lord. This can't be happening to me. Not when I found him, no."
And I cry unto God because I believe He has answered me. I shed new found tears."How great is our God? oh sing with me. How great is our God? Join me sing, How great, how great is our God?" I sing whilst rocking Asher. My God will not fail me. He'll never put me to shame.
"I'll love you to the end-- I'll praise you to the end. You are always there for me. You are always there to help me--- You can never put me to shame." I kept singing different praise and worship songs to my God while shutting my eyes.
I felt him move, my eyes widened.
Oh gracious God.
He was frowning, I cradle his face. Placing a kiss on his forehead to soothe his frown."Thank you Jesus. Thank you, God. You are saved, Asher. God has delivered you." I whisper gently to him.
"Rose, don't leave." I heard him mutter softly.
I'm going no where, baby. Nowhere.
"I won't leave. I'm not going anywhere, Asher. I love you, baby. I'm here. You are safe." I pulled him into a hug, placing light feather kisses on his forehead, the side of his face and head.
I'm not going anywhere, baby.
He wrapped his hands around me pulling me closer.
"Rose, thank you." He said snuggling into the my neck.
"Thank God." I moved my head back, lifting his face so I can get a good look at him. He was sweating.
"Promise to tell me what happened, okay?" I pressed. I really want to know what happened.
He nodded, lifted his hands to wipe the lone tears that still hung on my eyelashes."I'll leave you to pray." I made an effort to stand up, he pulled me back on the bed.
"Stay. I'll go have a shower and I'll be back, okay?" I nodded not believing this moment to be true.
He got up heading to the bathroom. I went back to my room, checked the time, 4am. When I woke up it was 2am.
Two hours.
Two deadly hours.
Thank you Jesus.I washed my face, made my way back to his room.
I crawled under the bed covers, it smelled just like him.
I drifted off to sleep while waiting for him.Although, I heard the door open and footsteps making its way towards the bed. I felt the bed dip before he laid down, pulling me closer to him.
I went to sleep.
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