Gwen felt as though Jes, her best friend, had no intimation of her need for true love.
"You know Jes, for you true love may not exist, but for me it does.
For all I know, I may have already met the man to give it to me and I just
don't know it. The same goes for you. But how can you ever really know
if you have met the man that can give you a lifetime of happiness if you
continue to change men like you change your pantyhose. Now if you
don't believe in true love that's fine, but don't impair my dream of the
day my dreams come true."
With Gwen expressing herself, it left Jes thinking of the words that
she said that morning. Jes could see, not only in Gwen's words, but also
in her facial expression that love was the most important thing to her,
next to GOD.
"Gwen," Jes spoke, "I know that you mean well when you give me
advice about love, but I'm just not ready to settle down with that one
man yet. Maybe in time I will have the need to be loved the way you do
and maybe I will understand then what you're trying to tell me now. But
for now, just let me date the way that I do. All I ask of you is to pray that
I find that man you hope I do. Besides, right now, a good man for me
might be a little bit of too much."
Gwen and Jes sat looking at one another not knowing what to say.
Both sat as if they had just ended a long-term relationship. Gwen finally
responded to Jes' statement with a simple smile, which let Jes know that
she understood and appreciated her gentle words. Jes moved closer to
Gwen and extended her hand and said, "say you" as Gwen reached for
her extended hand and said, "say me."
With an ANGELIC beam of light shining through Gwen's bedroom
window and Jes playing lovely Gospel music, Gwen had risen with the
thought that on this Sunday morning she had gone to HEAVEN. But
with Jes' bad singing she knew if she had died during the night, she was
really in hell. Gwen lay quiescent in bed thinking of the past week, ready
to repent for any wrong doings that she may have done just in case she
was in hell.
While she lay, she began to smell coffee being brewed, she
knew then she still lived. Gwen rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up.
She gave a quick yawn and followed the aroma to its origin. Slowly Gwen
walked to the kitchen bypassing the hall bathroom and guestroom. She
saw Jes standing over the stove cooking and singing the song playing on
the stereo.
"Good morning." Gwen spoke.
"Hey girl, you hungry?"
"Yes, what are you making, it smells good?"
Jes didn't answer; she poured Gwen a cup of coffee and continued
singing.
"Jes, what has gotten into you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean you awake listening to Gospel music, not to mention singing
it, cooking breakfast and making coffee. That's what I'm talking about."