Heather Oakley Beltran an innocent Christian girl, the most purest and Holden Parker a quiet and serious boy who's completely lost and hurt by his past.
How can two such different souls learn to love one another?
Sometimes all God does is let two c...
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The following morning on Saturday I made it a priority to wake up early to watch the sunrise and take one of my long prayer walks. Some days it was either a very long prayer walk and at other times it would be a short one. It really depended what was in my heart to pour out to God that morning and today it just happened to be one of those long praying mornings where I felt I had so much to speak to Abba about.
I have to admit some days I didn't at all feel like having these walks at all, or even speaking to Him for that matter. Just the thought of it guilt trips me. But I've come to realize that those days when I don't feel like praying it's when I should be praying the hardest.
They are the days where God is yearning to hear the most from me.
I breathed in the morning air. Oh, how I loved the calmness of the morning. Everyone was asleep, no one was awake, it was simply just you, the world, and God.
What were the very early mornings and the very late nights I absolutely loved and adored.
It was just silent, serene, and filled with so much tranquility.
I walked silently down the sidewalk on the other side of our neighborhood, talking softly, and whispering. Most of my conversations with Him were mostly praising Him, thanking Him, and Loving him. I didn't want to bombard him with my needs. Although I know he waited for us to ask, I still made it priority to have days where I just delighted in Him. Sometimes it was just loving and admiring Him through for who He was.
It was until the sun was completely up and risen that I decided to make my way back to the house. As I neared the house, I took a hesitant look down around the house where there laid my still vacant section of flowers. It honestly looked terrible. I hadn't had enough time to plant anything on the soil. I contemplated on whether to grow them out myself or just plant some for easier. It would be tremendous hard work if I did decided to grow them out on my own again. I really wasn't trying to go through that process. The house looked awful with everything so empty. In a good way. I still loved my house.
"God, give me strength," I whispered, gazing up at the heavens as I walked up the stairs and into the house.
"Heidi, I'm making pancakes," Mom shouted from the kitchen when I made it right through the door.
"Ooo, pancakes!" I sniffed the air and made followed the smell into the kitchen like a hungry animal. A very cute, hungry animal. "Chocolate chip?" I questioned, glancing over my mom's shoulder toward the stove.
"Banana and chocolate chip," she said as she flipped the perfect circled pancake to the other side. I never understood how she could get them so perfectly. I couldn't even toast bread without burning it. I think I was like dad in that way. He was awful at cooking.
