The next day is Saturday, no school and no work until the evening, so I can tend to Sam during the day. My dad leaves for his shifts early in the morning, while I'm making pancakes, using pancake mix that only expired a month ago.
"Thanks." Sam digs into her pancakes, dizzily swaying as she sits up on the couch.
"Wait!" I exclaim and Sam regards me oddly.
"We have to say the blessing," I explain.
We bow our heads.
"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for blessing us with another day and this wonderful food and please allow EVERYONE to feel your amazing love and presence and please heal Sam. In Jesus's name we pray, Amen," I pray.
"Here is your home-remedy-pain-killer-tea." I hand her a steamy mug filled with the suspicious green mixture.
"Oh, thanks," she says peering in. "It's what I've always wanted," she jokes.
"I boiled it myself. That takes serious skill, you know," I joke back.
She takes a sip and her face scrunches up like a piece of wadded paper.
"No good?" I ask.
"It's nasty!" she exclaims.
"You've got to drink it! Doctors orders," I tease in a sing-song voice as I grab our dirty breakfast plates.
"Yeah, yeah!" she jeers.
I wash the dishes, a goofy smile clinging to my blushing face. Why does this girl have such a strong affect over me?
I hear a loud clatter from the living room. I dash into the room.
"I dropped the mug. I'm really sorry, it was an accident!" she apologizes sincerely.
I look at the spilled green goop on the wood floor and then at the dish towel still in my hand. I kneel on the floor and start to wipe up the mess, before looking back up at her.
Our eyes connect and my blood pumps, whooshing in my ears.
What happens next surprises me more than when this girl first appeared on our door step!
My hands cup her face, pulling her upwards to me as I kiss her soft pink lips.
I'm drinking her in. Lights explode in front of my eyes, emotions dancing as if in a sugary rush. A symphony strums in my head, drowning out all the other noises in the world.
After an instant, we pull away.
"No, no, no, no!" My head spins as I shake it vigorously. "Oh no, we kissed! We kissed! Wha? How? I just met you!" I cry out to her. "What happened to trying to be as pure as possible?" I say aloud to myself.
"John."
"No, no." I hurry away, one foot squishing as I step because I accidentally stepped in the green mixture. I hurry away before Satan can tempt me with the mere sight of her, those big brown eyes, that I saw had finally started to melt.....
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Author's Note:
God loves you!!!!
He is JUST a prayer away!!
Accept Jesus into your heart today!!!!!
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SpiritualJohn Charles is a seventeen-year-old boy who lives with his father in a small cottage, deep in a thick forest, fifteen miles from their hometown. When an injured, half-conscious girl appears on their front porch of their humble and slightly-shabby...
