CONTEST: TELL YOUR STORY #57- She loves Jesus

SHE LOVES JESUS BUT TONIGHT, SHE JUST WANTS TO BE TOUCHED

Staring into the dark of the night, the feelings craved in this time harder, wilder and so fierce, She needed to be touched.

No…

“That's not right”
Heaven is the goal, shouldn't I be thinking of heavenly things now, it is not even right to think of earthly things.

“For your body is the temple of God, pray, pray, pray satisfy not your flesh. Hold steadfast till when you get married”. Her mind chipped in. The holy spirit I guess

Her body refused to comply with her this time. Just a touch, a little touch she needed the touch badly.

Dark into the night, she paced around.
Fighting, daring to yield not. Heaven at last, the goal is heaven while sweating profusely, her phone rang.

Hello…

“Hello Jude”...

“How are you doing?”....
Have you forgotten the night prayers at home today?

My bad, how could I?

Please do well to come, he said.

As I hurriedly dressed up, it was dark, being unable to trek down to Jude's house, I took the nearest bike to his house.

“I am sorry, I almost let the prayer session slip through. How about Beauty, Maurice and Jennie?”... I asked as I walked past him to one of the sofas.

“They are coming. All said the same thing you said when I put a call through earlier”.

While waiting for others, a strong lightning and thunder could be heard. A strong rush of wind and rain, a hailstorm I should say.

Her phone buzzed….

I'm sorry we all won't meet up, the rain is heavy, they all said I should relay the information to you.

“Jude…. I guess we will have to pray alone tonight”. She said…

Deep into the night, the atmosphere became fierce, too hot and dangerous enough to drive forces but yet, carnality lingered.

Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours as they rounded up the prayer session.

“I'll lay on the sofa”....

No, it's still raining. The parlour will be cold, the room will be more comfortable. Already dizzy from the prayers, I dragged my feet and followed him to the room.

Into the unknown night, a touch was felt on her soft succulent bossom, she didn't hold back carnality had set in. She loves Jesus but tonight, she just wants to be touched.

Morality forgotten at the moment,
Chastity taken for an hour's pleasure.

Reaching cloud nine, the pleasure reached its highest peak and like the force of gravity fell.

A sudden rush of consciousness and guilt rushed in what had been protected for years is lost to carnality.

The touch didn't just come, it took something out not just the virginity, her health. Suddenly falling ill constantly, a test she conducted.

“HIV positive”... She stared blankly at the paper which now looked like a bomb, with Jude not being found in church, not conducting a prayer session anymore, not answering calls either.

In her abode, she wept…
She loves Jesus, but she just wants to be touched. She loves Jesus but has no control over lust and carnality.

Now she pleads, crying silently and quietly enough for the master to hear. Not denying her faith for Him. She loves Jesus but tonight, she just wants to be touched not by a man but the Master who sees the wounded and broken part. A touch that heals, a touch that doesn't condemn, a touch that speaks grace over disgrace tonight.

She loves Jesus, but tonight she just wants to be touched.

This is Jackie's ordeal.