Chapter 1
It was the calm, chilly part of the morning when the sun was only a wee bit of orange making its way across the horizon. A steady splashing was heard as the sea gently caressed the deserted beach of Santa Monica. The white clouds and the peaceful wind set in their places in order to make this day a beautiful experience, just as God's word had spoken to them.
A pair of elegant, tranquil women rested on the soft, cool sand of the beach. One woman looked over the horizon with an innocent grin as her dark red hair slowly blew around her head, while the other woman, quite a bit older, looked proud yet concerned about her auburn companion. Their eyes met once or twice, but they didn't exchange a word. For the beauty of the beach seemed to put the pair in a speechless trance.
"Why do you think God made the ocean so big, Tess?" the young one asked carelessly with her Irish accent after a long silence.
"I think he made it so big to remind everyone just how small they really are," Tess suggested sternly. "People get so full of themselves that they forget to praise their Maker. The enormity of the ocean puts them back in their place. Swallows them up."
"Hmm." The auburn woman pulled her knees up to her chin and stared into the horizon. "Well, Tess, maybe God made the ocean so vast to show how incredible His love for His children is. His love is truly a devoted, ferocious, adoring ocean. That's what I think."
"Monica, I do believe you have a sane mind upon your shoulders," Tess chuckled happily. "Just remember to keep it on during this next case."
Monica's intense focus broke for a moment as she turned to Tess. "What is my next case, Tess?"
"Her name is Christmas Noelle Snow," Tess informed humorously. "Quite a name, right? Her friends call her Chrissy. She is about to face a very tough time, do you hear me? Something is about to turn her whole world upside down."
"What's going to happen to her, Tess?" Monica asked with compassion and concern, goggling at her friend for answers.
"You'll find out soon enough," Tess urged patiently. "You'll affect more than one person. But, I will tell you that the cause of this case should take…nine months."
Monica gave a confused stare at Tess for a moment, and then her eyes widened. They looked at each other for a few seconds, eagerly exchanging information with just their eyes. Monica's atmosphere seemed to change into a sincere attitude of excitement.
"Oh, Tess, there's going to be a newborn baby?" Monica smiled blissfully. "Goodness, how wonderful."
"Of all the babies born on this earth, you stop to rejoice in one's coming," Tess laughed. "I thank the Lord every day for that quality in you."
"I can hardly wait nine months to see him…or her," Monica admitted sheepishly.
"Well, you're going to have to wait," Tess insisted, ignoring Monica's pleading eyes. "I won't tell you the gender or the due date. As angels, Monica, we must have patience. Patience is a virtue, you know."
"Yes, Tess," Monica grinned obediently.
"Alright, Miss Wings," Tess cheerfully whispered. "Go and fly."