ℱ𝒾𝓇ℯ ℬ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒹

7

But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.
John 4:23

"What are you doing here, Johanna?" He asked, his brows furrowed.

"Oh uhm, I was just," I stammered, biting my lip as I searched for the words "I was with a friend earlier, Sir," I confessed, returning my gaze up to him. "What about you, Sir? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, I had some business to take care of with an old friend." He replied, "I was just about to go home. What about you?"

"Ah, yes. I was just about to go home too, Sir" I replied, immediately noticing the contradiction my words had against my actions. Was I?

"Uhuh?" I saw his brow lift, "Well, either you live in the park or you're not telling the truth," I felt my cheek burn.

"Sorry, Sir" I released a long sigh, "I just, my mind's all cluttered and messy right now."

"Oh, did something happen with your friend earlier?"

I nodded in confirmation. "She's not only a friend, Sir," I breathed. "She's my best friend. She's been my closest friend for three years now." 

"So what happened?"

"I kinda blew it with her today, Sir. She asked me to join her in the bar but I couldn't get myself to get in so..." I swiftly wiped the tear from my cheeks, unable to resist it as it fell.

I felt warm hands upon my shoulder, and I lifted my head, locking gazes with him as he began to speak.

"Ayee," He breathed, releasing an expression in their native tongue. "It must've been very hard Johanna," I heard him speak, "But I'm amazed of how you held on to your conviction" His lips curved to a smile, and I felt another set of tears escape my eyes.

"But I don't want to lose her, Sir, I can't-" I swallowed hard, my speech interrupted by a gush of emotions.

"You will not," I stared at him in wonder, "We will pray for her. Prayer is powerful, especially when we pray to a powerful God." He assured. Slowly, I felt my lips curve to a smile, relasing a breath as I lowered my gaze.