The Break Up God-Fiction
As women, one of the hardest things we ever have to do is break up when love is still in the heart. I know how it feels to be in a wrong relationship. I know how it feels to be free…
The BREAK UP
BY CAMILLE LEIGH JULIEN
She sat in the car stunned. Her whole body was numb but inside she couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t respond when he called her name. The decision was final and it was clear as the autumn sky she glared at now. Sex before marriage, late night conversations and weekend trips; a different hotel every month left her feeling barren, plain just average.
She was angry, venom ran through her veins but she couldn’t back away from her decision now. She made a Big promise she had to keep.
“God, why are you making me do this? Right here, right now?” the thought pierced her mind.
“I still love him and he needs me.” She could feel a masculine hand reach out to grab her delicate one. The hand that she held for four years she was now pulling away from.
She remembered when she first met him. She was ministering through dance at Living Faith Baptist Church. She worshipped God in front of the whole congregation, her dress sweeping across the carpeted floors as she flowed with passion, dedication and adoration to her Lord and Savior. When the dance was done every one was up on their feet even him. After church he introduced himself, he was twenty five and she was eighteen.
She wore a purity ring. She was focused on college. Pedicures and trips to the spa made her happy. Valedictorian at her high school she had plans…
“Colleen, why are you doing this?” The voice pleaded with her. “Is there someone else?” The voice was so desperate she had to look up.
His eyebrows scrunched in making one crooked line. Those demanding eyes she fell in temporary love with now pleaded with her to stay.
He wasn’t bad. He just was not God chosen. He doesn’t get me. He does not understand the God in me. She knew what she had to say.
She couldn’t lie to him so she said “Yes, Malcolm there is someone else. Someone that I loved before you, someone that I let down when He never let me down, someone that is faithful when you weren’t, someone that I can always depend on, someone who didn’t encourage me to relinquish my purity, someone that didn’t dishonor my value. That someone will renew my virtue and forgive me without a price. This person I cannot live without. I’m sorry.” She pulled on her leather jacket and faced him for the last time.
I am sorry I ever compromised my relationship with Him to date you.”
Colleen closed his car door, the autumn wind lifting her skirt ever so slightly. She smiled ever so slightly and brushed a single tear off her cheek. Colleen was forgiven. Colleen was free. He would help her move on.
“the Parable Girl ”
