Underestimate. (COMPLETED✔)

10

"Esmé!", Grandma exclaims as she spots the two of us walking inside the church. Esmé had a grip on my arm as I lead her through the doors, it was clearly her first time here.

"Hi grandma!", she beams back, bringing the older woman in for a hug. They hugged for what felt like forever, I watched as the two women smile at one another as grandma asked Esmé questions.

"How have you been, honey?".

"I've been great, ma'am".

"Wonderful to hear. Tristan been taking care of you?",

My eyes widen and I silently try to signal to my grandma to be quiet.

Esmé chuckles in response, "Yes ma'am he's very watchful".

Grandma giggles before leading us to the spot where we would be sitting. I took a seat next to Esmé at the end of the seat. She took my arm once again in her hand, I could feel her rings dig into my skin but I could care less.

I gently grazed her knuckles with my hand, catching her attention, "You okay?".

She nods, "Yeah.. just nervous..".

"Don't be, you're not going to do anything wrong. You look beautiful by the way", I whisper, Esmé looks way with a smile before shaking her head in disbelief.

The service started soon after. The choir singing their hearts out. Esmé and I watched as the crowd around us began to sing along and run around the room.

I could feel Esmé relax into my body as the songs came to stop, the pastor beginning to start the morning prayer.

I bowed my head, allowing the words of the pastor's pray dwell into my spirit. I could hear Esmé mumble beside me, her own prayers being spoken into the church. It was simple prayer. One that I didn't think would shake me as much as it did.

"I feel there is someone here who has been waiting on God for years!", the pastor announces, "They have been waiting but they've been blinded by their pain to seek him!".

I'm not that good at praying.

But for some reason I could feel a sense in the air around me begin to shift.

My eyes began to water and suddenly my mouth started to mumble prayers too. In a way it was like I was in a trance. I thanked God for everything. For life. For Esmé. My grandma and uncle. I thanked him for the Earth and for the hardships I faced this far.

But I also felt guilt.

From everything I had done wrong.

For everything I knew had disappointed the Lord.

I couldn't contain myself, my arms had begun to raise above my head, I lifted to my feet, and I could feel my spirit lift as I asked for the Lord's forgiveness. Suddenly I felt hands placed on my shoulders. I had no idea who they belonged to or what they were saying. But it didn't matter.

I could only keep praying.

I could on repent for not listening to him. Asking him to lead me in the will that he had for me. "Lord Jesus, I just pray you transform my life", I cry softly. I didn't want to be hurt anymore. I didn't want to fall into the evils that my heart held.

"I just give you my everything... I trust you Lord, please give me strength!", I state, the overwhelming feeling of happiness and joy and strength coursing through my veins.