𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜...
When Johanna Dumay moved to the City in hopes for a better future, she already carried her heart of stone. Being the fruit of a br...
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A sound heart is the life of the flesh: but envy the rottenness of the bones. Proverbs 14:30
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“Johanna!” I heard Pastor Fernando call out as the other members of the worship team gathered for the opening prayer. I made my way to his direction along with the others, and as I stood amongst them, a fair dark-haired woman entered the church and walked to where we were.
“Geneva! So glad you made it, where’s your sister?” I heard Pastor Trina ask as she met the woman and gave her a hug. Hmm, so her name is Geneva. I smiled in appreciation at her sight, the sassy yet elegant clothes she had on made her look even more beautiful. I lowered my gaze. My, she could pass for being a model!
“Ugh… she having a terrible headache right now… says she can’t make It.” she replied with a rather annoyed tone.
“Oh. Alright, we’ll be praying for her… by the way, you’re just in time we’re about to begin practice.”
“Yeah… by the way, I was told we have a new member in the worship team?” I heard her ask as she joined the circle.
“Yes!” Pastor Fernando took my hand and led me to where she stood “—and in fact, she’ll be leading the worship tomorrow… her name is Johanna Dumay.” Her gaze ravaged me from head to toe, studying me with her piercing glance. I gazed down in discomfort. What was that all about?
“Oh? Great!" She finally spoke, "My name’s Geneva Sepnayen. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Pleasure’s mine…” I replied as I took her outstretched arm.
“So Sister Johanna, how long have you been a believer so far? I have been in this church for the last eighteen years of my life.” I was left speechless at her remark. What was I supposed to say to that? I've been a believer for less than a year!
“Well, I-uh--“
“She just got here a few months ago…” Our attention shifted as we saw Melchour coming out of the Minister’s office. “But who’s counting right? When one is saved, fully commits to God and God's transformation is seen then that’s all that matters, isn’t it?” He continued as he joined our circle with a smile. I felt tension charge the room as he spoke, and with this I kept my gaze lowered.
