Terra Part II: Timed Arrival

“Where is that man?”  Terra said.  “I am sick of this.”  She was not pleased.  He had left his socks rolled up in his shoes again.  This time she would not let it slide.  There was an argument coming and she meant for it to come.  “Honeyyy!”

Terra entered the room, her pregnant belly poking out, looking as beautiful as she ever had.  Yet, there was something different about her demeanor.  She was quite disgruntled!  There he is just sitting there watching that TV.

“Is something wrong baby?”  Brent said.

“You know these socks don’t just crawl into the washer by themselves!”  Terra said.  She could see the look of wonderment that afflicted her husband’s face.  It told her that he had no idea what she was talking about.  She suddenly felt embarrassed.  She was so sure he had been testing her patience with those socks.  Ever since they were first married almost ten months ago, she had been going through the same routine with his socks.  He would always roll them up and put them in his shoes, which he would kick over into the corner.  Terra would pick up his socks, put them in the washer, dry them and then put them away for him.  And he had never seemed to notice. She didn’t used to get bothered by it, but lately it was becoming a bitter annoyance.

Brent immediately turned the television off, noticing that his wife was distressed.  “Honey, what uh– what’s the matter?”

Terra explained to him what had been bothering her.

Brent felt ashamed.  Terra was nine months pregnant now, it couldn’t have been easy for her to pick up after him. He stood up, looked intently into her eyes and assured her that he would never leave his socks like that again.

Terra knew immediately that he never would.  His eyes were so reassuring.  What a strong man!  All Terra could see was love in his eyes.  In a pouty, yet sultry voice, Terra said, “They didn’t just crawl into the dryer by themselves.”

“I know they didn’t,” Brent said, as he caressed the back of her neck and gave her a kiss.

This man loved her so much, it radiated out of him.  He had responded to her so quickly with a humble and contrite heart.  She wanted him.  She wanted to be intimate with her man.  Although, she knew it was a silly thought.  I mean, the baby could be coming at any moment.

Brent had heard the tone in her voice and saw the way she looked at him.  After all, it could help induce labor, he thought.

Now, Terra was crying.   “What’s the matter honey?”  Brent asked.

“I don’t even know,” she said.  She was so sick and tired of her emotions going haywire.  She was ready to have this baby.  Suddenly, she cringed in pain…

Stay Tuned…

Next week:

Terra Part III:  “Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?”

Terra Part 1: I Am Blessed

The words were still fresh in his mind as he looked down on his beautiful wife, who was sitting in the front row.  It had only been three months since they got married.  This would be the first of many sermons that Brent would deliver as the new head pastor of Lakeview Community Church.  He decided he would speak on faithfulness.  “It seems like it will make a good first message,” he had told his wife.

So he started his message. All eyes were on him as he began to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Brent had trouble that first morning.  His thoughts were elsewhere.  He kept thinking about how blessed he was, how amazing it was that he was living out his dream.  His father had given him the reigns of the small Church they had grown up in.  He was fresh out of Bible College. Four years had flown by so fast, and here he was at the ripe young age of twenty three, ready to take on the role of head pastor.  Oh sure, he still had some seminary classes to finish up — some Greek and Hebrew classes — but he was ready. The Church had ordained him, and now it was his time.  Time for me to shine — in the light of God’s glory, he thought.

It had been four years since his father had died in an unexpected battle with cancer.  His father had handled that situation so amazingly. It still brought great satisfaction to Brent as he remembered the grace in which his father had passed.  Having a faithful and thankful heart, in the midst of life’s strongest adversities. That was his father’s legacy.  All in all, he had been prepared for his father’s death. It had taken several years, and his father was sixty three.  His dad had lived a very full life, even if that life had been cut a little short.

***

“What did you think?”

“What did I think of what?”  Terra asked, even though she knew.

“What did you think of my first sermon?”

“I’ve heard you deliver sermons before, that wasn’t your first,” Terra replied.

Brent laughed. She is going to make me ask, he thought.  “How do you think I did, in my first sermon as the head pastor of my father’s Church, Lakeview Community Church.”

Terra looked up at her husband with fire in her eyes, put her arm on his shoulder and said, “You did fine — as always.”

Kind words. Kind words from my beautiful wife, Brent thought.  She didn’t have an unkind word in her vocabulary.   Even still, Brent knew that he had not performed that well in his debut.

“Your thoughts seemed to be elsewhere, that’s all,” Terra said, as though she were reading his mind.  She put her other arm around his waist and said, “Don’t worry honey, you will have many more times to awe the masses.” Then she smiled playfully as she gave him a kiss.

Brent’s heart leapt with thankfulness as he silently praised God for giving him such an awesome wife.

***

“Honey!” Terra came running out of the room, screaming out loud.  She had a giddy look in her eyes.

“What’s wrong honey?”  Brent came running at full speed out of his study.  It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and you could hear the sound of birds chirping outside.

“Honey, you won’t believe it, you won’t,” Terra said as she stood there, her eyes dancing.

“Sweetie, what’s going on?”  Brent asked, his voice had changed from a panic to a smooth low tone.

“I’m pregnant baby, I’m pregnant,” Terra replied.

Brent sat down on the ottoman.  He had been caught off guard.  Emotions swept over him in a fury.  “You’re pregnant…”

Catch my next installment of Terra, “[Timed Arrival],” this Saturday evening.

 

“You may kiss the bride.”