The Girl In Purple Heels (Part Two)

The Girl in Purple Heels (Part Two)

I could barely concentrate throughout the service. Every time I closed my eyes I could just see her beautiful brown eyes beckoning to me.

Stop it, I told myself. This is church for crying out loud. A place of prayer and decency.

Guilt and fear began to entwine their nasty tendrils all around me.

What’s going on...? Here I was a bona fide Christian Brother, tongue talking and all that jazz and I couldn't even focus on a sermon because of a girl I didn’t even know.

The harder I tried to stop thinking about her, the more I did. My eyes wandered in her direction again but I couldn't see her because the woman sitting in front of me had strategically positioned herself and her blue oversized head tie right in front of me so all I could now see was a dark shade of blue.

My mind began to wander again. That girl radiated such immense beauty; I prayed she would also have impeccable character and a great spirit to compliment her looks. After all what good is a fine porcelain tea cup without any tea?

 What was that? Pastor Abednego was saying something which suddenly caught my attention.

"..a prayer for anyone believing God for marriage. Please come to the front."

I wanted to go up front but what would people think. I didn't want the other brothers thinking I was too eager. That was a woman's thing. I glanced around wondering if anyone would step up. Then a girl in the second row got up. Desperate Housewife, I thought eyeing her with pity knowing everyone would be looking at her from head to toe trying to determine the reason why she was still not hitched. I couldn't face that kind of scrutiny, so I sat glued to my chair. Three more girls got courageous and went to the front. Still no brothers.

Probably their desire to get married was superseded by their gigantic egos which they didn't want anyone or anything to diminish.

Then to my utter surprise, the mystery girl got up. Yes, the girl in the purple heels.

So... she is looking for a hubby huh, that's a good sign, I thought.

Well I was looking for my wifey and maybe if I went to the front we could look at each other and maybe the rest would be history....

Before my brain could talk any sense to my pounding heart, my legs had done the unimaginable and carried my reluctant body to the front. As I stood there with my head bowed low...I didn't know where to look.

She was now just a few inches away from me...

This could be us in a few years time...I thought...standing here at the altar...

I didn't even hear the prayer that Pastor Abednego made, all I heard was the Amen at the end and as he said,

"Go back to your seats; you shall receive your heart's desire in Jesus' name."

I received the prophecy with a loud “Amen” that made mystery girl turn and look at me. It was a brief look and if I had blinked I might have missed it. But that look as fleeting as it had been made me feel giddy; finally we had made a connection.

As soon as church was over, I raced towards the front to try and have a word with her.

A hand on my shoulder brought me to a halt.

"Solomon how've you been man?" Isaac, one of my good friends asked as he gave me a handshake.

"I'm fine," I said my eyes still on the girl afraid I might lose sight of her, "Listen I can't talk now, we'll speak later ok?"

"Sure, where's the fire mate? The way you're racing out of here, one would think the building is on fire," Isaac said laughing.

"You've got jokes. I just have something I need to do ASAP. See you later."

I raced towards the door where the girl had just made her exit and to my utter disappointment as I searched the foyer I couldn't see her anywhere. The girl had vanished. A group of snobbish sisters I wasn't particularly fond of stood in one corner showing off their latest weaves and manicured nails.

"I love those shoes," I heard one of them say.

On the other side of the foyer the "Holier than thou Girls" stood discussing how short one particular choir member's dress was.

"I couldn't even concentrate during worship you know. Her dress kept distracting me."

"Me too."

"You can tell she's not led by the Spirit. Otherwise she wouldn't wear that kind of dress."

"I agree. She needs some serious deliverance."

A young mother nearby was trying to get her baby to stop crying. I looked left and right hoping I would catch a glimpse of the girl in the purple shoes and just when I had almost given up, I saw her come out of the ladies toilet and head for the door. I decided, it’s time for me to make my move and I dashed towards her...

The story will continue tomorrow.....