Kaysly's POV
That night I think I must have gained 50 pounds. Why was she doing this to me? Why is he doing this to me? Doesn't he understand how I felt that day at the restaurant? He moves on quickly, as if nothing has happened…How do they even know each other? Has it been going on longer than I thought?
I know in my suffering that I must turn to God and praise him through my storms. But how can I? Against my problems that feel like a huge tornado that keeps sucking me in, and spitting me out, leaving me with the dirt to deal with.
Caden's POV
Pastor Jeff and I got to know each other pretty well, I know I've only known the guy for a couple of weeks but he makes it seem like you could tell him anything. He was like the father I never had. He took me out to lunch and I met his daughter, Hayley.
I don't know if it's just me but I don't get a really good vibe from her, to put it into words she seems distant. Other than that, I've gotten to know his wife, Bethany, she was just as welcoming as her husband.
Last week when my mother and I had our little reunion, I remembered Pastor Jeff saying that they went to marriage counseling.
This was a huge surprise knowing that my parents only go to church for special occasions. I wonder how my mother talked my dad into this one.
I was meeting up with Pastor Jeff to talk about my proposal.
I meet up with him at Ocean Way, the same place I and Kaysly went to after my first time coming to church. Ah, memories...
I walk up the same tactic white pavement up to the restaurant. The waves moving in and out as the winds blow; good thing the tablecloths are being held by the plates and glass cups that were already set.
Pastor Jeff waits for me at a table, with his menu held up in his hand. He notices me when I pull a seat and sit down across from him. He has a smile on his face when he sees me, he has already order my drink for me as I see.
"Hey Caden, how's it going?" He says enthusiastically.
"It's ... Going ..." I say. I can't wait for him to hear what I have to say, I thought about it and my heart is set on it. I wonder what his reaction will be. Probably supporting, as he is to every decision I make.
"So, about the proposal ..." I say, pausing, making it seem like a grand entrance.
"Oh, yes, continue, I would love to hear it." He says putting his drink back down.
"I was thinking about getting baptized, I know it's pretty soon, but I want to do this. I think that it will take me a step higher in my faith, if I am a Christian now. I want to do everything that I need in order to be a true one, that is. I am willing to sacrifice and be whole-hearted in all of this."
I say, taking a deep breathe in. I then realized I haven't been breathing during my little speech.
"Hmm, well, Caden, getting baptized is a choice between you and--"
"Between me and God. I think he is telling me to go through with this, and I believe that he has a plan for me. For he knows the plans he has for me, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give me a future and hope. I believe that I am part of his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared for me beforehand, and that I should walk in them." I felt God at that moment putting his words in me, it felt like an overflow of joy.
"Caden, if there is anything you need at all, you have my support." He said, laughing softly.
Kaysly's POV
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
If the word of God couldn't get me back up on my feet again, I wonder what can. I needed to study for some exams that I will have to take before I go on my winter break. The holidays are coming, and it's supposed to be the happiest time of year.
It's been two months since I haven't gone to church or pick up my bible to read. I realize this is the perfect time to do so, I have a lot on my mind that I haven't talked to God about. Although I am still hurting, and my thoughts have nowhere to go, but stay on the inside of my mind, I figure it's time to talk to Hayley.
I know she’ll be in her dorm, I mean I can’t imagine anyone going out during final exam week. I close my textbook to go to her room. I don’t hear her on her phone like she usually is lately.
I knock on her door and I hear the springs of her bed, allowing me to know that she is getting up. I take a deep breath calming myself so this won’t be an argument, just two people talking; having a normal conversation.
She stands between the door and her room giving me a glare. Why is she giving me that look? Am I the problem in this situation? I think not! I soon calm myself when I remember a bible verse:
My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. James 1:19
I sigh, and relaxed a little. “I was wondering if we could talk … ?” I say.
“I’m a little busy … Can this wait?” She said, as if I was bothering her!
“It won’t be long--”
“Look, Kaysly. A lot must be going on with you right now, and I don’t think you should be talking to me about this …” She signed, in a whining tone.
“What do you mean?” I say, confused.
“I mean, you should go talk to Matthew about this, this is between you and him.”
“I wish, but it’s not just between me and him. If you were being a better friend and telling me in advance that you two were dating, then maybe I wouldn’t have to figure it out for myself.” I said, getting heated again.
“You think this is my fault?! I’m not the one that couldn’t be faithful in the relationship-”
“Stop. That isn’t even your business I can’t believe he told you what happen--”
“Why wouldn’t he? You know … He could be really faithful, trustworthy--”
“Don’t even go there with me. the whole reason why I came to talk to you was because I thought you were my friend. You went behind my back and started dating Matthew. Who does that?” I say, trying not to get upset again.
“You guys are over, move on! And it’s my business rather or not I want to tell you who I am dating.” She says, rolling eyes.
“Without asking me how I would feel! It wasn’t too long ago we stopped dating. Have you ever thought about how I would feel? I mean, after breaking up with someone it’s not like you just move on… The feelings are still there.” I say, quickly wiping a tear before hitting my face.
“Well obviously he did, and now you have to as well.” I could see the look on her face that she had some sympathy, but I doubt it since she slammed her bedroom door in my face.
