Destiny, a sweet, innocent and often introverted Christian moves to a new country with hopes of studying in the country of her dreams but soon her life gets woven into a tapestry of love and lies as she lays eyes on Antonio.
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They say life is filled with up's and downs. That pain isn't infinite and each season is fleeting and I can attest to that. There were days when I felt like giving up and life felt like it was caving in but when the yoke became too heavy I knew that the teacher was silent during the exam and I needed to endure and pass through.
Today, I'm a living testimony to the Lord's God works and His perfect timing.
What the good Lord has begun He will see to complete.
- Destiny
Today was my wedding day and I was getting married to the love of my life. And only the Lord had made it happen.
I will forever be grateful to him.
"Des, your dress is here!" Thato said as she rushed into the room, a gown in her arms.
It was the dress of my dreams, form-fitting but modest, just right for my wedding.
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She placed the dress on my bed along with my heels; which I rarely wore and hoped that I would not fall on my face in front of all the guests.
I sat on my bed with a sigh of contentment.
Thato joined me, "You and Antonio have truly been through the most and I of all people know that. I know that in the beginning, I was against Antonio and your relationship but I see that it was truly God-ordained, the Lord literally wrote this story before you guys came about and watching it unfold was truly a beautiful thing," her words brought tears to my eyes.
We just sat in silence for a few seconds with her holding me with sisterly tenderness.
"I'm going to call your mom for a little prayer for the well-being of the ceremony," she said standing up in her satin gown that we had bought just for that moment.
My mom was a God-fearing woman and in her words, she wanted to speak, "Fire" into the service by praying for it and I couldn't ask for anything more to make this day more splendid.
"My baby!" my mom exclaimed as she entered the room, a radiant and contagious smile on her face. You would swear that she was the one getting married.
"Mma," I hugged her as her arms secured themself around my waist.
"You have made me really proud today. You are not only a doctor but you are going to become someone's wife and soon-to-be mother and the joy in my heart just cannot be contained," her arms only grew tighter as she pulled me even closer.
She had given Antonio her blessings to send a letter to my family and pay the bridal price; the "lobola" in other words. It was customary in many African cultures for the groom to send his family to pay it before getting married to the girl.
"Mom, it's too tight," I managed to break free from the hug.
"It's half past seven, we need to hurry up because the wedding is starting at nine ó clock," Thato said gathering around my colleagues and friends from the hospital I was working at, whom I had asked to be my bridesmaids and they had gladly agreed. My relationship with them was God-centered and I loved that.
