Rise Up Women Of God!

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

MARCIA

I am thirty five years old. I have accomplished everything I have set out to do accept have a child. My husband is on the cover of Forbes magazine. We have travelled the world. We live in a quaint suburb and even attend a small church close by but with all the money and prayer I still cannot bear a child. I have been for several procedures and nothing. Carl has been tested too. Our friends suggest a surrogate mother. As reasonable as it sounds, I want to connect with my child from the time he or she is in my womb. I don't know anymore.

I love my husband and I know he loves me but I wonder. Am I holding him back? Am I denying him the love of a child? Should I file for divorce and let him move on? I don't know anymore.

"Sweet heart, what are you doing? I expected you to be dressed by now."

"I don't know Carl. I don't think we should go tonight."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Marcia sweet heart, we cannot base our relationship with God based on what he gives us."

"You don't understand!"

"Then tell me and I will."

"It's so hard. I do everything. I pray, I read the bible. I go to church. I give to the poor. I do everything he asks but the one thing I want. Just the one thing and he doesn't want to give it to me."

"Marcia."

"No Carl. You don't get it. I feel like a failure. I feel like the one thing that I should be able to do as a women and I can't. I feel like I am holding you back. I think we should get a divorce, that way you can meet someone else and have children."

"Sweet heart, I love you more than anything. Don't ever feel like you are alone in this. You have me and will always have me. You don't want to adopt. Fine! You don't want to get a surrogate. Fine! But don't you dare decide that we are over. I pray that you love me enough to stay."

"I do love you." I say sobbing. I don't know why he stays but I am glad. If he was any other man....I shudder at the thought.

I wash up, dress up and then we both leave to church. Our Church is small neighbouring suburb. Our Pastor is back today from his honeymoon.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It is so good to see you all. Let's bow our heads in prayer. Cheryl please open up this meeting in prayer."

"Dear heavenly father we your children are gathered here in your house. We ask that you would grace us with your presence as your word declares 'where two or three are gathered in your name, you will be in their midst. We thank you for your love and mercy. As we continue this service we pray that thy will be done. Amen" Cheryl prays.

The meeting goes well. Carl and I leave feeling blessed. I am so glad he insisted that we go.

ROSE

"Wow" I hear the kids say as we enter Carol's home. It has three bedrooms and is just perfect for us. I am so grateful for this opportunity.

"Thank you, Carol. I truly appreciate all your help."

"No darling. It is I who is thankful. I really needed you here. Now don't forget. Church is at 8:30 every Sunday morning and on Tuesdays it is at 7pm."

"I don't know about going to church. I haven't been in almost twenty years."

"Pastor Taylor and his wife Cheryl are good people. They will look out for you. I have arranged for them to place you on one off their programmes."