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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Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof. Proverbs 18:21
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“Seriously, Anna… you two looked perfect!” Mercy bolted as she saw the picture I and Melchour had as we danced the previous Sunday.
“Shh! Mercy!” her lips curved into a grin as she flashed a playful gaze at me.
“You certainly had something going on between you, haven’t you? c’ mon, spill!” I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as she finished her statement.
“Mercy… stop. You’re giving me goosebumps!” I replied as we both got down the jeepney. “There is absolutely nothing going on between us. Besides if you saw how Geneva sliced me with her glares last Sunday you wouldn’t be saying those things right now.”
“Well, who cares about Geneva!” she scoffed. “If you’re the one he danced with and not her, it should already make that clear for you!” I sighed as I let her finish her words. The more I thought of what she was saying the more I felt confusion engulf me.
Why did he choose me when Geneva was there? Oh goodness… he couldn’t possibly have taken that dance seriously, besides, I wouldn’t be the kind of woman that he’d want- would I?
“Whatever, Mercy; I think it’s best for us to change the subject,” I replied as I grabbed my phone from her hand. “We’re already here in the church so… let’s go!”
“Come on, Ann—woah!” Her response was interrupted as I began to pull her to the church’s gate. I wouldn’t want to hear more of her persuasion lest I find myself in an even more confused state.
As we made our way to the pews the view of Geneva standing in the platform welcomed us. Hmm, she must be the worship leader for today. The curiosity increased in me as I realized I have never heard her lead before.
“Good Morning, Anna!” My attention shifted as I heard the deep voice of Pastor Fernando address me. “I know its short notice but would go ahead and back sister Geneva up for the worship? Surprisingly none of the youths showed up in practice yesterday so no one was assigned. It’s her first time leading the worship here in the main church so she might need some help.” My gaze returned to Geneva as I thought of Pastor Fernando’s words. I would gladly want to support her, but how would she react if I did?
