MENDED WINGS... episode 23

      Joel sat behind the wheels, driving, with Ella in the front passenger’s seat beside him. They had travelled for a program in another state and were returning home.
      Ella sat, facing the side window, her elbow against the glass and her palm supporting her chin. She stared absentmindedly at the fast moving cars and grass at the side of the road, her heart as heavy as always. She’d been praying and asking for God’s mercy but she still felt heaviness on her heart. So long had she been disconnected from God that heaviness of heart had become the norm.
      Nothing weighed her down more than her marriage and the new life that was in her womb. Wonderfully well had she pretended in the public and suffered in the house. Confidence, charisma, and cheerfulness were words that had lost meaning and expression in her life. No wonder she was replaced in every post she had previously held in the church. The only special thing she did in church occasionally, as a minister, was moderate collection of offering. The so-called ministry she wanted to guard by marrying Joel had slipped through her hands. She was worthless to herself, always depending on Joel for provision, useless in her ministry, maid in her home and restricted from her family.
      Tears began to form in her eyes, gradually sliding down her flat cheeks. If only God could mend her broken wings, she’d fly high for the Lord, she thought. If only God could forgive and restore her, she’d live for God. If only God could show her mercy, she wouldn’t disobey Him ever again. If only...
The deafening sound produced by the burst tyre interrupted Ella’s rumination. “Jesus. Jesus,” Ella kept shouting, as the vehicle lost control.
      Joel pulled the brake and the vehicle began to somersault before colliding with another vehicle, starting a fire.

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