We said our goodbyes and slowly walked towards the car. The street lights flickered in the distance as we sat in the parking lot, numb from the evening’s conversation. I stared straight ahead, replaying each word…questioning God’s logic. The dinner opened up a very raw piece of our hearts and we weren’t expecting the range of emotion that followed. Barry reached for the gear shift and without thinking I blurted out their names.
“Chris and Jess…I heard Chris and Jess”
I turned my head towards Barry and waited in silence for his response. I was fighting back tears as I stared at him. Still in our 20’s we had experienced more rejection and pain at the hands of ministers than our minds could register. The thought of trusting again, and opening our hearts to organized religion seemed impossible. But then again, the thought of shutting the door forever made me cringe in regret. Barry broke the silence as he started the engine.
“Me too babe. I heard their names too.”
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Last post I was saying noo….who were the two names?! 🙂 I don’t know who Chris and Jess are, but I eagerly await the next blog.
“Me too babe. I heard their names too.” — Gasp – I knew I liked that Barry!
I knew it! Jana- your writing is so beautiful. It gives me chills and brings tears to my eyes. Someone else left a comment that it’s like a good book that you can’t put down. I feel the same way. I can’t wait to read more! Love you!
Okay, I am in the dark, but please let me know who Chris and Jess are. I look forward to reading more. Glad you are writing, Jana. You have such a wonderful gift. Your words are very fluid.