Richard spoke to Susan with the same gentleness she remembered. He didn’t preach or question her, he simply asked how she was doing. His calm voice carried warmth, and before they parted, he handed her a church flier.
“I’ll be glad to see you someday,” he said with a smile.
Susan nodded, not making any promises. She tucked the flier into her purse and went her way. Richard watched her leave, silently praying. He wasn’t sure she would come, but he kept hoping.
Weeks passed. Each Sunday, his eyes unconsciously scanned the congregation, but she never showed up. Still, he didn’t stop praying.
Susan, on the other hand, had no real plan of visiting the church. The flier lay on her table for days until one evening she found herself staring at it again.
A question had begun to disturb her, why did she feel safe around Richard? Why did his presence unsettle her in a way that wasn’t fear or desire, but peace?
One Sunday morning, she finally decided to go. She wasn’t sure why, maybe curiosity, maybe something deeper.
She stood in front of her mirror, unsure what to wear. She had no church clothes, just her usual outfits. In the end, she picked a fitted top and a pair of jeans. They hugged her figure, her tiny waist, flat tummy, and full hips, the same features that often drew attention.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and made her way to Molding Destinies Church, unaware that her presence that day would stir more than just glances,it would stir hearts, especially the one that had been praying for her.
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