I THOUGHT IT WAS GOD'S WILL | PART ONE
The late afternoon sun filtered through the chapel’s tall windows, casting golden beams across the rows of padded sanctuary chairs with fabric upholstery and sleek metallic frames.
The fragrance of fresh altar flowers lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of voices from departing congregants.
Outside, the courtyard birds sang, their notes weaving with the rustle of leaves stirred by the breeze.
John lingered near the aisle, his Bible pressed close to his chest. His lips curved in a quiet smile, his tie straightened with care, and his heart glowed with joy from the service.
He turned toward the exit, steps light, when his eyes caught sight of someone approaching.
From the far end of the hall, Mary emerged with gentle grace, her footsteps soundless upon the polished floor.
Her eyes carried warmth, her smile tender, and her head tilted slightly as if her spirit had already prepared the words about to leave her lips.
Slowly, she drew nearer until her presence broke the hush between them. Her voice carried warmth and ease, gentle and welcoming.
Mary (smiling):
“Good afternoon, brother.”
“Good afternoon, brother.”
The words floated into the still air like music, tender and steady. John’s fingers shifted over the leather cover of his Bible, his shoulders easing as though a burden had lifted.
He turned fully toward her, his lips answering with gentle courtesy.
John (politely):
“Good afternoon, sister.”
“Good afternoon, sister.”
The polished floor reflected their figures faintly as the silence settled again, filled only with the faint hum of air drifting through the hall.
Mary lifted her hand to touch the edge of her scarf, her gesture soft and respectful, her steps drawing her closer.
Her lips moved with calm grace as she spoke her name.
Mary (gently):
“My name is Mary.”
“My name is Mary.”
Her voice carried like a delicate echo beneath the vaulted roof. John breathed in quietly, his chest rising, his eyes steady as he looked at her.
A playful spark touched his expression, and his reply came with the rhythm of courtesy and reverence.
John (steady):
“Mary? Ah, like the mother of our Lord—blessed among women! A name of honor.”
“Mary? Ah, like the mother of our Lord—blessed among women! A name of honor.”
Their laughter mingled, low and tender, warming the air between them. The hall seemed less empty; their joy filled it like a gentle hymn.
Mary tilted her head, amusement dancing in her gaze as her lips parted again.
Mary (amused):
“And you, brother?”
“And you, brother?”
The moment hung like a question suspended in the air. John’s brows lifted slightly, his smile steady and calm, his nod carrying quiet assurance as he gave his answer.
John (courtesy):
“I’m John.”
“I’m John.”
The name fell into the stillness, simple yet full of history. Mary’s lips quivered into laughter, soft and musical, her eyes glimmering with playful light.
Her tone rose with affectionate teasing as she spoke again.
Mary (teasing):
“John? Ah, that name carries weight. The beloved disciple himself—the one who leaned on the Master’s chest. A name of closeness, of vision, of revelation.”
“John? Ah, that name carries weight. The beloved disciple himself—the one who leaned on the Master’s chest. A name of closeness, of vision, of revelation.”
The air seemed to echo her words with reverence, as though the ancient memory stirred again.
Their gentle laughter lingered, rising into the air, blending with the warm beams of light that streamed through the windows.
Mary’s eyes brightened, her admiration shining like sunlight breaking through stained glass. Her gaze lingered on him as though she could still hear echoes of the prayers he had offered earlier.
Her steps slowed as she drew even closer, her breath softening, her lips parting with a reverent tenderness.
Mary (tender):
“I couldn’t help but notice your devotion today. Truly, it was inspiring—the way you prayed and worshipped with such heart.”
“I couldn’t help but notice your devotion today. Truly, it was inspiring—the way you prayed and worshipped with such heart.”
Her words floated in the stillness like incense rising. John blinked, taken by surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he adjusted his tie again.
His chest rose with a steadying breath before he gave reply.
John (surprised):
“Oh, thank you… I—well, I try my best to stay close to the Lord.”
“Oh, thank you… I—well, I try my best to stay close to the Lord.”
The air around them carried a gentle hush, as if pausing for the weight of their exchange. Mary lowered her chin slightly, eyes glimmering with quiet fire, and her voice rose with depth.
Mary (nodding):
“It shows. The Word is alive in you. You know, I feel led to say this in the name of the Lord: continue delighting yourself in Him, and He will grant the desires of your heart.”
“It shows. The Word is alive in you. You know, I feel led to say this in the name of the Lord: continue delighting yourself in Him, and He will grant the desires of your heart.”
Her words hung heavy with scripture (Psalm 37:4), the atmosphere shifting with holy reverence.
John’s lashes fluttered, his gaze softening as joy welled up within. His breath caught before his voice found release.
John (blinking):
“That… really touches me. I’ve been praying quietly, seeking God’s will, and this encouragement feels… like an answer.”
“That… really touches me. I’ve been praying quietly, seeking God’s will, and this encouragement feels… like an answer.”
Mary’s hand lifted gracefully, her smile widening like dawn breaking through clouds, and her tone flowed with cheerful warmth.
Mary (cheerfully):
“Then let’s keep in touch. I’d love to share Scripture, prayer, and encouragement with you.”
“Then let’s keep in touch. I’d love to share Scripture, prayer, and encouragement with you.”
The invitation wrapped itself around the moment, and John’s heart swelled. A rush of warmth filled his chest, his smile widening with visible joy as words leapt from his lips.
John (smiling):
“Absolutely! May God bless you for this.”
“Absolutely! May God bless you for this.”
Their hands brushed as they exchanged contacts, a fleeting spark of connection passing between them like an unseen current.
Around them, the sanctuary air stilled, as if heaven itself leaned near to witness.
By evening, the city wore garments of deep indigo, the first stars glimmering faintly in the sky.
In his room, John settled into a chair with his Bible on his lap, but his thoughts lingered on Mary. A soft buzz from his phone pulled his lips into a smile.
Across the city, Mary sat with her phone aglow in her hands. Her thumb hesitated for a moment, her breath calm, before she allowed her words to flow onto the screen.
Mary (warmly):
“Good evening, John. I’ve been reflecting on our conversation today… God truly brings encouragement in unexpected ways.”
“Good evening, John. I’ve been reflecting on our conversation today… God truly brings encouragement in unexpected ways.”
Her message crossed the night like a flame. John’s thumb hovered, his chest rising with laughter that escaped gently before he typed.
John (chuckling):
“Good evening, Mary. I couldn’t agree more. Your words earlier felt… like an answer to prayers I’ve kept in my heart.”
“Good evening, Mary. I couldn’t agree more. Your words earlier felt… like an answer to prayers I’ve kept in my heart.”
Mary’s eyes narrowed playfully as she leaned over her phone, her lips curling into a grin while her fingers danced.
Mary (playful):
“You really think God can use a simple greeting to make someone’s day?”
“You really think God can use a simple greeting to make someone’s day?”
The glow of the screen lit John’s eager features as his fingers rushed across the keys, eyes shining with light.
John (softly):
“Apparently He can. And today, He used you.”
“Apparently He can. And today, He used you.”
For a breath, silence lingered between their devices, yet both hearts throbbed with expectancy.
Then their conversation quickened, laughter flowing, scriptures exchanged, confessions whispered through typed words.
John opened up more than he had planned, speaking of his prayer life, his hopes, and his fears.
Mary, too, poured out her heart—her dream to serve the Lord, the verses that steadied her, the ways she sought His leading daily.
Her fingers slowed as a thought settled deep. She drew a quiet breath, leaning into the glow, and released her heart.
Mary (contemplative):
“I’ve always prayed that God would bring someone whose heart is aligned with His will… someone who seeks Him first in all things.”
“I’ve always prayed that God would bring someone whose heart is aligned with His will… someone who seeks Him first in all things.”
The words struck John with holy weight. His chest tightened, his heartbeat quickened, and warmth surged through his frame as his grip on the phone deepened.
John (warmth):
“I’ve prayed the same. And talking to you tonight, I feel… like God is confirming something I’ve longed for—a partner in faith, someone to grow with spiritually.”
“I’ve prayed the same. And talking to you tonight, I feel… like God is confirming something I’ve longed for—a partner in faith, someone to grow with spiritually.”
The conversation deepened with rhythm, flowing between scriptures, encouragement, and gentle laughter. At moments, both paused in silence, reflecting before responding.
John leaned back, gazing through his window where moonlight draped the rooftops. His voice slipped into a prayer, low and tender.
John (softly):
“Lord, thank You for Mary. May our hearts continue to seek You in all things. Guide our communication and let it honor You.”
“Lord, thank You for Mary. May our hearts continue to seek You in all things. Guide our communication and let it honor You.”
At the same hour, Mary lifted her phone with a tender smile. She raised her hands quietly, tracing the sign of the cross upon her chest as her lips whispered upward.
Mary (whispering):
“Thank You, Lord, for this connection. Let it be pleasing in Your sight, and may we both grow closer to You through it.”
“Thank You, Lord, for this connection. Let it be pleasing in Your sight, and may we both grow closer to You through it.”
The night stretched on, but neither felt the hours pass; their hearts were alive with anticipation, connection, and a shared desire to honor God in every word.
By the time they finally rested their phones, both carried a serene sense of expectation—knowing this was only the beginning of a journey God had orchestrated.
The early morning light spilled gently through the curtains, laying golden streaks across John’s modest room.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee rose like incense, mingling with the cool breath of the morning breeze that slipped in through the open window.
On the small wooden table, his phone buzzed, screen glowing as though it carried a message wrapped in sunlight itself.
John’s hand reached for it, his eyes still heavy from sleep yet alive with expectation. The words glimmered across the screen, her presence felt even before he read.
Mary (cheerful):
“Good morning, John! I hope your day starts as beautifully as the sermon yesterday.”
“Good morning, John! I hope your day starts as beautifully as the sermon yesterday.”
The words lingered in the quiet room, stirring warmth in his chest. John’s lips curved slowly into a grin, and his heart lifted as though the morning had just received a brighter dawn.
His thumbs trembled with eagerness before dancing across the screen.
John (eagerness):
“Good morning, Mary! Honestly, my day is already brighter just reading your message. How did you sleep?”
“Good morning, Mary! Honestly, my day is already brighter just reading your message. How did you sleep?”
His words seemed to echo back with gentle assurance.
Outside, a bird’s chirp broke the silence, and the morning breeze pressed softly against the curtains, as though creation itself was leaning in to listen.
Miles away, Mary leaned back against her pillow, the screen lighting her face, her eyes carrying a glow of peace as her fingers moved with unhurried grace.
Mary (sincere):
“Peacefully, thank God. I woke up thinking about our conversation yesterday. I couldn’t help but smile.”
“Peacefully, thank God. I woke up thinking about our conversation yesterday. I couldn’t help but smile.”
Her words drew deeper breath from John. He stood by the bed, phone in hand, heart racing with the weight of something he had not spoken aloud.
His fingers hovered, hesitation trembling through him before he pressed courage into his reply.
John (blushing):
“Me too… I’ve been thinking about you all morning. I feel like God has truly brought someone special into my life.”
“Me too… I’ve been thinking about you all morning. I feel like God has truly brought someone special into my life.”
The sentence pulsed in the air, almost too bold for his own heart, yet clothed in truth. He pressed send and exhaled, cheeks flushed with quiet fire.
Mary’s brow arched as she read, a playful light flickering in her eyes, though her lips softened into a tender smile as she reply.
Mary (playful):
“Special, huh? Careful, John, don’t let your heart get ahead of your feet.”
“Special, huh? Careful, John, don’t let your heart get ahead of your feet.”
Her gentle tease carried both caution and kindness. In his room, John chuckled under his breath, the sound breaking the silence with joy.
He pressed his palm against the window frame, chest pounding as if the very air around him carried her nearness.
His thumb lingered on the screen before he released the message.
John (chuckled):
“I’ll try… but it feels impossible. God knows my heart, and I feel Him smiling too.”
“I’ll try… but it feels impossible. God knows my heart, and I feel Him smiling too.”
His words hung like a prayer, rising with the morning light.
Beyond the window, the breeze shifted, carrying the faint sound of children playing in the distance, life moving forward under God’s watchful sky.
Their conversation flowed like a gentle river.
As John dressed, Mary’s messages kept arriving—short encouragements, scripture woven between her playful teases, verses shining with the strength of the King James Bible.
Each buzz of his phone was a soft knock on the door of his heart, and each reply drew him deeper into the certainty of God’s providence.
By mid-morning, the rhythm of their words shifted. Playfulness gave way to reflections—faith, life goals, and quiet dreams not often spoken aloud.
John leaned against the window sill, sunlight falling across his face as he poured out his heart, revealing hopes he had guarded for years.
Mary’s responses met his words with equal depth—warmth, wisdom, and the tender strength of a woman anchored in grace.
The air in the room grew still, as if listening. The golden glow of the sun seemed to mirror the glow within John’s spirit.
And as the hours passed, he felt it with quiet certainty: this was not chance, nor fleeting affection, but the rhythm of God’s timing, weaving hearts together in His perfect season.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Written by Agbemawle Atsu Norvishi
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