Sometimes I wished I could experience the bliss of a white Christmas. Places like Pennsylvania and New York always got cold during the winter. It was always warm here. I never had the luxury of seeing a perfectly formed snowflake or drinking hot chocolate decorated with fluffy marshmallows in the chilling weather. But as I dressed myself in this ivory dress, skirting itself around my calves and hugging my bosom firmly while leaving my shoulders bare, I didn't desire to be in the cold at all.
"Let's try something different..." The words mutter themselves out as I speak to myself, concentrating my hands and gaze on the wild mane on my head. Something classy and chic, but not like I'm trying too hard.
I brush my hair downwards to direction it to the back of my head. A tight grip places its hold on the hair and manages to squeeze it into a low bun. I pull a couple strands out from either side of my face to give myself a frame.
"There." My reflection ogled back at me, lost in itself and the foreign appearance presented in the mirror. Rarely ever did I make an effort to do something different with my hair. It was a special occasion though so it was only right.
"Are you ready Naomi?" Henry calls from the hallway. I go out to meet him and see that he's fully clothed in a button down and some slacks. He meets my eye. "Oh you look wonderful!"
"Thank you." I wipe my hands on my dress to straighten it out.
In the midst of all this, the strangest thought had come to mind. I remembered the last time I was supposed to go to the church in a dress, and when Carter thought of the notion to take me in his car.
It ended terribly.
But something in my heart yearned for a change, something was pushing me to try again...and if it would fail, then I'd try again and again. A nudge of hope had been given to me.
I looked down at my white dress.
You're not riding your bike in that beautiful dress are you?
His words were all I could hear now. I didn't want to ride my bike...
"Can we..." I start to say, but then I lose my confidence. I didn't think I could deal with the heartache anymore. I hadn't had an episode since then and it felt nice. What if this would trigger it...make it worse somehow?
"What is it Naomi?"
I blink hard, swallowing my doubts.
Lord, I'm coming to you now. Please, give me the strength to take a step and face my fears...
"I want to take your car there."
Henry must've thought I was joking because he started laughing in the most harmless of ways; placing a hand on my shoulder while bending his head to release it all. I watch him in understanding. The thought of me even saying it was absurd. He must've thought the same.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh Naomi. It's just that I haven't heard you make a joke this funny in such a long time."
I grab hold of his hand, removing it gently. "No, I'm serious. I want to drive there...I can't keep relying on my bike to get me everywhere. I want to try."
His eyes flicker in between mine, trying to measure my earnestness and sincerity. I don't give him any reason to doubt me because this unforeseen whim was all but a joke.
"Naomi...you know what might happen--"
"Yes, I know." My hands smoothen out the length of my dress. "I prayed about it. I have faith He can see me through this...do you?"
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Indignant Heart
Teen Fiction"Born again, are you all dreaming? Wake up! Nicodemus was right! There's no way you can be born again! We're all already here, we were born! Now, we're gonna die! It's as simple as that." My face was hot and my hands were shaking. We're all gonna d...
