Pastor

Not a day went by since my exchange with the pastor's wife without her calling me to check on me.

I don't know why she gave me so much importance and attention because, if her husband had not been so wise, I could have been the basis of tension or even divorce between them. And the worst part is that she knew it.

2 weeks after our discussion in this famous restaurant, I made the decision to go to church to attend worship, for several reasons. Among others:

-I was ready to move on.

-But the most important reason was that I had to unburden myself of this heavy secret which was really starting to weigh on me.

I had to explain to them that I had been sent to be an actor in the fall of their ministry.

I was happy to find my Christian family and participate in Sunday worship in person.

When the service was over, I rushed to greet the pastoral couple.

When they saw me, they showed great joy. I asked them if I could see them both privately, which they automatically agreed to.

So I waited in a corner of the church for them to finish greeting the church faithful, before they had time for me.

<<Is my daughter okay?>> Pastor Alex asked me, visibly very happy to see me again.

<<Honey, the prodigal daughter is back>> he said, laughing while speaking to his wife.

She retorted with a cheerful air: <<we must therefore prepare an honest feast>>.

I laughed with them too, the atmosphere was relaxed.

However, I had something very important to tell them but I had to wait for the right moment...

Mom Sonia and I were becoming closer and closer. In truth it was her who was getting closer because I:

-From 1, there was still this little embarrassment that didn't leave me.

This feeling of guilt which often reminded me that I am a bad person because of what I could have caused in this relationship.

-From 2, I had kept in a little corner of my mind that it was perhaps a trap if mother Sonia was so nice to me.

Because you yourself analyze: how many women do you know who, upon learning that you tried to make their husband fall into adultery, forgive so easily, to the point of chatting with you as if nothing had happened??

In any case, I don't know any.

In the pagan world where I was when the titular girl made friends with the tchiza it was to put her to sleep in order to wake her from her sleep with a very spicy revenge.

So I remained polite, courteous, available when she needed me but... Who's crazy? I kept a certain safe distance to protect myself. You never know!

Months passed and I was now their daughter. Ultimately I liked it. At church some people were jealous of me because of my privileged position with the pastoral couple but that passed over my shoulder. Most important to me was my spiritual growth and service to God.

I had literally changed. My old friends no longer recognized me. Little by little we separated. There were no real problems between us but we probably no longer had the same interests.

Her: <<My daughter, you are too calm inh. Isn't that why celibacy is still your lot?>> Said mom Sonia, giggling.

<<Ah if only you knew>> I said to myself <<all the escapades and all the stunts I did in the world before truly meeting God. This idea wouldn't even have crossed your mind>>.

They even called me “Dani the smasher” But it wasn’t yet the time to unpack everything about my life.

You know, friends, even when we talk about our past to bear witness, there are details that we don't necessarily dare to say for fear of shocking those in front of us. Because in reality, we shouldn't lie to each other, man doesn't forget anything. At any time it can bring out a story that you left behind since laskaras (a long time ago).

I just laughed and told him that God had simply been there and that my calm had nothing to do with shyness.

We were actually at a church member's wedding and that's often an opportunity for singles to seek each other out. All that didn't interest me. I just wanted to come and support the bride and groom as the word of God asks us "may marriage be honored by all..."

It was a very beautiful party, the bride was splendid, her husband was not to be outdone. The groomsmen and bridesmaids looked stylish. They had chosen emerald green and gold as their wedding colors. Maaamaaaa the decor was magnificent, worthy of a theme from the Arabian Nights.

It was time for us to go home. Most of the guests were also already leaving.

We went (mom S