half hour to spare before she had to leave her house to meet Maeyl, she decided to go to her special prayer place.
After her ex-husband had their roomy two-bedroom home built, Tamarra had immediately secluded off a corner in her finished basement and turned it into her special place of prayer. Not that God couldnât hear her prayers wherever she was. There was just something about this designated place that made her communion that much sweeter.
Tamarra prayed that God would go before her on this date and prepare the atmosphere. She prayed that God would send His angels to go fight off anything that might try to taint her time with Maeyl. She also prayed that if Maeyl was a devil in disguise like sheâd surmised her last date to be, that Heâd make it so that Maeyl didnât even show up to meet her. After closing her prayer, she grabbed her purse and keys, then headed toward her eveningâs destination, confident that God had answered her prayer even before she had finished it.
Once Tamarra arrived at the restaurant and fifteen minutes later was still waiting in the front lobby area for Maeyl to arrive, she guessed God had answered her prayer and made it so that Maeyl didnât even show up. She didnât know whether to be pleased or upset. Pleased that God had kept her from experiencing any heartache that falling for Maeyl might have brought on, or upset that God didnât at least allow her to get a free meal out of the deal first.
âWhyâd I have to go and ask God to do that?â Tamarra chastised herself. Her pastor had warned the New Day congregation on more than one occasion not to ask God for something or ask Him to do something if they really didnât mean it. Tamarra questioned whether sheâd really meant it.
Another fifteen minutes went by, and Maeyl still hadnât arrived. She didnât need God to come down and show Himself in a burning bush for her to get the message. Maeyl wasnât coming.
âYou leaving us?â the hostess asked Tamarra as she headed out the door.
âYep. Have a good evening,â was all Tamarra said as she exited through the doors. Heading to her car she heard someone call out her name.
âTamarra! Tamarra!â the voice called, sounding out of breath.
When Tamarra turned around she saw Maeyl, bearing a bouquet of flowers, doing a light jog toward her.
âIâm so glad I caught you.â Maeyl was out of breath once he caught up with her. âI hoped Iâd find you here.â
Tamarra shot him an indignant look. âWhy wouldnât you have found me here? This is where you were supposed to meet me a half hour ago.â
Maeyl took a deep breath and then spoke. âI was at the Olive Garden on Hamilton Road. Iâd forgotten all about this new one they built on 256. I donât get out of the Malvonia city limits too often. I didnât even know it was open yet until the waiter at the one on Hamilton suggested you might be here after I sat and waited on you forever. Iâd gotten us a table and everything at the other one. I thought about calling you on your cell phone, but I didnât have your number. I didnât want to call and ask someone from church because well . . . you know how it is when some church folk get to talking.â
Tamarra smiled, Maeylâs first sign that she might forgive him.
âApology accepted.â Tamarraâs stomach grumbled. Instead of being embarrassed by the loud noise, she decided to make light of it. âAt least my head accepts your apology. I canât speak for my stomach. But it sounds like itâs speaking for itself.â There was another chuckle from Tamarra followed by one from Maeyl.
Maeyl was relieved, and so was Tamarra. A night that just a few minutes ago neither one of them thought would be, actually was. And Tamarra felt in her spirit that it was going to be a good night indeed.
âShall we?â Maeyl extended his arm
After her ex-husband had their roomy two-bedroom home built, Tamarra had immediately secluded off a corner in her finished basement and turned it into her special place of prayer. Not that God couldnât hear her prayers wherever she was. There was just something about this designated place that made her communion that much sweeter.
Tamarra prayed that God would go before her on this date and prepare the atmosphere. She prayed that God would send His angels to go fight off anything that might try to taint her time with Maeyl. She also prayed that if Maeyl was a devil in disguise like sheâd surmised her last date to be, that Heâd make it so that Maeyl didnât even show up to meet her. After closing her prayer, she grabbed her purse and keys, then headed toward her eveningâs destination, confident that God had answered her prayer even before she had finished it.
Once Tamarra arrived at the restaurant and fifteen minutes later was still waiting in the front lobby area for Maeyl to arrive, she guessed God had answered her prayer and made it so that Maeyl didnât even show up. She didnât know whether to be pleased or upset. Pleased that God had kept her from experiencing any heartache that falling for Maeyl might have brought on, or upset that God didnât at least allow her to get a free meal out of the deal first.
âWhyâd I have to go and ask God to do that?â Tamarra chastised herself. Her pastor had warned the New Day congregation on more than one occasion not to ask God for something or ask Him to do something if they really didnât mean it. Tamarra questioned whether sheâd really meant it.
Another fifteen minutes went by, and Maeyl still hadnât arrived. She didnât need God to come down and show Himself in a burning bush for her to get the message. Maeyl wasnât coming.
âYou leaving us?â the hostess asked Tamarra as she headed out the door.
âYep. Have a good evening,â was all Tamarra said as she exited through the doors. Heading to her car she heard someone call out her name.
âTamarra! Tamarra!â the voice called, sounding out of breath.
When Tamarra turned around she saw Maeyl, bearing a bouquet of flowers, doing a light jog toward her.
âIâm so glad I caught you.â Maeyl was out of breath once he caught up with her. âI hoped Iâd find you here.â
Tamarra shot him an indignant look. âWhy wouldnât you have found me here? This is where you were supposed to meet me a half hour ago.â
Maeyl took a deep breath and then spoke. âI was at the Olive Garden on Hamilton Road. Iâd forgotten all about this new one they built on 256. I donât get out of the Malvonia city limits too often. I didnât even know it was open yet until the waiter at the one on Hamilton suggested you might be here after I sat and waited on you forever. Iâd gotten us a table and everything at the other one. I thought about calling you on your cell phone, but I didnât have your number. I didnât want to call and ask someone from church because well . . . you know how it is when some church folk get to talking.â
Tamarra smiled, Maeylâs first sign that she might forgive him.
âApology accepted.â Tamarraâs stomach grumbled. Instead of being embarrassed by the loud noise, she decided to make light of it. âAt least my head accepts your apology. I canât speak for my stomach. But it sounds like itâs speaking for itself.â There was another chuckle from Tamarra followed by one from Maeyl.
Maeyl was relieved, and so was Tamarra. A night that just a few minutes ago neither one of them thought would be, actually was. And Tamarra felt in her spirit that it was going to be a good night indeed.
âShall we?â Maeyl extended his arm
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