BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES

Queen

Queen 7

It was almost midnight now and the boy James was driving me to a motel. I never believed in God but these people where big on him. Bibles and bible scriptures wandered all throughout their house, they prayed at dinner, and even Mrs. Jones prayed to me about him. I could tell they were the real deal. I don't know maybe there is a God, I still couldn't fathom that she really gave me two hundred dollars. They wanted me to come back to their church but I knew I wouldn't, I think she knew it too just deep down. I was going to take the money and try to find a job and buy more clothes. I don't have time for church or for whoever this "God" is. James interrupted my thoughts.
"We're almost there".
"It's fine take your time . . . I've always loved long drives".
He turned and smiled at me then turned his eyes back to the road.
"Thank you for helping me out . . . I've never met people so friendly before".
"Don't thank us . . . thank God, he's the one who's blessed us to help you and other people".
"Where does this God live?"
James laughed but I didn't understand why.
"Oh wait . . . you're serious aren't you?"
I gave him a dumbfounded look.
"Umm God is the creator of this world called heaven. That's where he lives".
"Have you ever visited him before? Can he help me?"
James pulled into a motel called ROADSIDE INTERNATIONAL motel. He parked in the parking lot, turned off the engine and stared at me.
"I've never visited God before and don't plan on it for awhile, but yes he is able to help you, but if you truly want him in your life. You should come to the church get saved and good things will come your way".
"How do I get him to talk to me?"
"Let's see . . . well you can pray, that's the only way".
"I don't know how to pray".
"Well okay umm . . .how about tomorrow I come pick you up bright and early in the morning and I can take you to church so you can get a feel of God".
"I can't go".
"What why not, thought you wanted to get close to God?"
"I don't have any church clothes . . . and I need to start finding a job".
"I can help you with that just please come to church with me that's all I ask."
I couldn't say no to this boy I mean he's helped me all this time and I needed him to help me meet God.
"What time do I need to be up?"
"Sunday morning worship starts at ten thirty so I'll be here at seven to bring you clothes to get dressed".
He smiled brightly at me. James had curly brown hair and smooth light skin, he was a lil bit on the chubby side and I noticed he had this scar on the back of his head.
"I'll be up then".
"Ok, now let's get you checked in".
"Wait, you're not staying?"
He looked at me with shock.
"Oh . . .umm that wasn't part of the plan, and I doubt my parents will let me".
"Why?"
He tapped on the steering wheel.
"I'm an eighteen year old boy with a beautiful young girl staying at a motel now that doesn't sound very godly at all does it ".
I couldn't help but smile. Nobody has ever called me beautiful but curiously I wondered if he was just saying that.
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes, very".
That's when I leaned over and kissed him on his cheek. His cheeks turned red and he turned away all embarrassed it was kinda cute .
"Thank you so much James, I'll be up in the morning, but I can check myself in".
I got out and started to walk into the motel.