What happens when the preacher of your small town church has a sinus infection and loses his voice on a Sunday when scheduled to teach Truth? Your daughter gets volunteered to take his spot and the choir sings more than normal . I am not a good public speaker. I am beyond nervous. I can sing with the choir, it’s a team effort! I do not have any idea how I will manage to get through today’s sermon in place of my dad.
Once coffee hour and the greetings are over, my nerves are on fire. I have zero idea how I am going to get through this. Placing my robe on to sing with the choir, I am praying for strength, praying for God to speak through me, praying to God that I will not blow chunks across the beautiful wooden podium that has held dads Bible since before I was adopted by him and mom!
🎵 “Glory to God in the highest and on earth🎵 Peace to His people of goodwill🎵Glory to God in the highest and on earth🎵Peace to His people of goodwill🎵We praise You, we bless You🎵We adore You, we glorify You🎵We give You thanks for Your great glory”
Oh fantastic. Time to shine! With sweat! I’m so nervous. Here goes nothing! ‘Only God‘s judgment is what matters’ I repeat multiple times in my head as I wait for the choir to sit and the members and visitors to be ready.
“Good morning everyone! For those who do not know me, I am Luna Elway. I am Pastor Steven’s daughter and will be taking his place today. You will have to excuse my nerves that I am more than sure will be seen by all of you..” I take a brief pause to collect my nerves and hear a slight chuckle from the pews. “I know today’s schedule says that we will reading and learning on Truth today, and I have no idea how my dad does this, so I will be speaking my truths today from 1 Corinthians verse 13:4 through 6.”
Grabbing my Bible and opening to the page I have sticky noted, I read “(4) Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. (5) It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. (6) Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.”
“As I mentioned earlier and many of you are aware, I am the daughter of Pastor Steven and Sister Laura, they adopted me. 11 years ago actually. The woman who gave birth to me passed away when I was young so I didn’t get to see first hand experience of love between my biological parents. Fortunately for me, mom and dad were able to give me the best view of this passage.” I continued on explaining word for word how the truth in their love and their truths for one another was as if 1 Corinthians was written for them.
My final Bible passage reading was John 3:18 “(18) Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.”
Holy shit. I did it. My parents are sitting the front pew with so much pride in their eyes. Although it felt like I was going to throw up with every word I spoke from my nerves, I didn’t somehow by the grace of God.
Thankfully our last prayer before departing for the day was given by one of our long term members who gave me some time to breathe before saying goodbye to everyone.
I slowly strolled into Coastal Bible Church and sat as tucked back into the auditorium styled room as possible. The room right beside it was bustling with chatter and styrofoam cups. If I play my cards right, I can worship without being noticed and go on with my day after the service.
The choir was filled with women all in their 50’s up to I’d guess 70’s. For a small church, so far so good. While the tithing basket was passed around during their first song, a young woman caught my eye. The first woman I have seen in Nowheresville under the age of 40. I won’t lie either. She is a looker! I can’t really tell her body shape under that robe, but her long loose curled black hair, slight tan complexion and the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen have me captivated.
My eyes are glued to her. I cannot look away. In that white robe she is wearing, I swear she looks like an angel descended straight from heaven. A slight tap on my shoulder brings me back to reality while I am handed the tithings basket. I drop a few hundred dollar bills into the basket and hand it back to the man who made sure it got passed around to everyone.
Once the other people settle down after the choir gets settled into the pews, the singing angel walks to the podium with the look of pure agony on her face.
“Good morning everyone! For those who do not know me, I am Luna Elway. I am Pastor Steven’s daughter and will be taking his place today” the angel spoke the world stopped. I couldn’t hear anything else she was saying and my eyes stayed trained on her as she spoke. This angels name is Luna. Her voice. I have heard that voice before. But from where? I am wracking my brain trying to figure it out. From in a dream? Has to be. I’ve never seen her before, but her sweet voice. Although you can see and hear her nervousness, her voice is soft, sweet, melodious— Desiree. That angel is Desiree.
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