His Mystery Gem

20 - My Kind of Fun 💆🏿

20 - My Kind of Fun 💆🏿

When the clock struck 5, Dunni woke up like clockwork. She cracked her eyes open and looked around her still dark room to confirm that yep it was too early to be awake on a Saturday morning.

Even one as packed as this one, Dunni had let the girls plan it so she didn't know what was on the agenda for the day. But she knew it was going to be a full day.

She closed her eyes and settled in to continue sleeping, but sleep had bidden her goodbye. Her body was now used to waking up at 5 am to get ready for work. She gave up on her quest to recapture sleep and grabbed her phone, bible, and journal.

Shoving her feet into slippers and her arms into her thick robe, she tip-toed to the balcony while balancing all the things in her hands. Settled into the couch that occupied the space then decorated the early morning with a world-weary sigh.

She looked at the sky, breathing in the crisp air. The sky was pitch black and the city was so still. A smile lit her face, times like this when all was gentle and calm, she felt like the only one on earth. Even in the whole world. The only one living here and the only one God listened to.

She missed this, the calm before the crazy. It was still too dark to see so she gave up on reading her bible and began to pray.

She looked up to heaven and smiled. "Hi," she said waving to God. "How is heaven?"

Savouring the opportunity to settle her soul, she spoke heartfelt and sincere prayers about everything that was going on. Prayer was the best therapy, Jesus already knew her struggles and it was free. And he could help her change what needed changing.

When Mr. Mike Collins came up, she paused remembering what he said about praying for her enemies. She laughed but prayed for him anyway even though he wasn't her enemy.

"God touch his heart and effect a change only that only you can. could. Give me the grace to be gracious even when he upsets me," she smiled at the sky and prayed for Mo too. Then she started interceding for her friends and family.

By the time she finished praying, sunrise was painting the sky in beautiful colors; yellow, pink, and purple. It was such a beautiful view, the sky looked like a colour bomb had exploded and scattered the prettiest colours everywhere.

Dunni grabbed her journal, a leather-bound sketchbook. It didn't have any lines it was just blank page after blank page, most people wrote theirs in their journals but Dunni sketched hers. It was a tradition started by her mom, her last year on earth before cancer stole her away she had given Dunni a beautiful journal. And told Dunni to sketch everything she saw, so Mom could see everything through Dunni's sketches.

Dunni wiped off the tears that fell flipped to a new page and sketched the scene playing out before her. Before she got too deep into it she grabbed her phone to record a video so if she ever decided to paint the scene she could remember the colour placement.

Not that she thought she could forget such a beautiful sunrise, but it was better to be safe. As she sketched, Dunni pictured God smiling down at her, pleased with her. Delighting in her, singing over her and it made her smile.

She pictured what God's view looked like, how she would look from heaven's view. Her imagination took over and painted such a beautiful picture. The scene took root and didn't let go, so she flipped to the next page and started sketching. The sunrise sketch was officially put on hold.

Heaven's snapshots, she thought smiling in recollection. During her university days, she had been plagued with self-esteem issues. So she rarely took pictures.

But on certain days when she felt picture-worthy, there was no one to take her picture. Dunni would look up to heaven and ask God to take a picture of her.