I want this fic finished SO bad! I'm sorry if this part isn't the best of this fic, but I'm too anxious to get it exactly right down pat which probably won't happen any time soon :D So, this is all you're gonna get. There's like one or two more parts I need to write though. I already started the sequel though *sighs* Anyways, enjoy!
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Part 5: "Part of it is loneliness and knowing how to steal, but most of it is weariness from standing up trying not to kneel."
The dusk of day was setting on Manhattan as an auburn headed woman walked through the thinning crowd on the sidewalk. Her first destination was Grand Central Station. She knew she had to leave New York City right away before she changed her mind and ran back to Bryan Denton.
Never in Sainta's right mind had she thought she'd be drawn to stay with one of the men she comforted. Bryan was different, and she could tell from the moment they met. When the tall cathedral came into view, Sainta couldn't help ducking into it. The sanctuary was empty, not uncommon for this time of day.
She stepped cautiously down the aisle of the massive church to settle in a pew near the alter. She hadn't been in a church for over five years…ever since they died. Sainta pushed back the horrible memory of her past and knelt on the cushioned knee-rest in back of the pew.
For a while she didn't know what to say, where to start. It was obvious in her heart what needed to be said, but she just couldn't grasp that in her mind.
Sainta slowly wiped away the tears that had began to fall, lowering her head to pray. The words were barely audible, but she knew He could hear.
"O my Lord, I do not know what to do anymore. You brought me to this man who has revealed something to me. I do not know what it is though. Please show me. I cannot go on in my life the way I have no matter how much I need to carry on my task."
Sainta swallowed a sob, words finally pouring from her.
"I do not know Bryan, but it feels as if I do. It was the first time I had pure attention for someone. Now, I'm confused. Please show me what to do, Lord! I need to know…I need to know…
"I haven't been to You in so long. It feels You have forsaken me. That can't be, because You said You'd never forsaken Your children."
All at once, she knew exact what to do.
"I know I am a sinner. I thought I was helping these men, but then turning around an stealing from them. Even if I need money to live, it was still wrong. Please forgive me for what I have done, Lord. Christ is the Savior, I'll admit on the hill tops. Christ is King. And, I only want You to guide me from now on to help all people - not just men - honestly and not foolishly."
Sainta fell forward onto the pew, a rush of emotion suddenly hitting her. The hurt disappeared melting into a feeling she hadn't felt in several years - peace.
Sainta raised her eyes heavenward, her direction clearer than ever now. "I need to go home to Philadelphia." She grabbed her carpet bag and headed to Grand Central Station once more.
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Part 5: "Part of it is loneliness and knowing how to steal, but most of it is weariness from standing up trying not to kneel."
The dusk of day was setting on Manhattan as an auburn headed woman walked through the thinning crowd on the sidewalk. Her first destination was Grand Central Station. She knew she had to leave New York City right away before she changed her mind and ran back to Bryan Denton.
Never in Sainta's right mind had she thought she'd be drawn to stay with one of the men she comforted. Bryan was different, and she could tell from the moment they met. When the tall cathedral came into view, Sainta couldn't help ducking into it. The sanctuary was empty, not uncommon for this time of day.
She stepped cautiously down the aisle of the massive church to settle in a pew near the alter. She hadn't been in a church for over five years…ever since they died. Sainta pushed back the horrible memory of her past and knelt on the cushioned knee-rest in back of the pew.
For a while she didn't know what to say, where to start. It was obvious in her heart what needed to be said, but she just couldn't grasp that in her mind.
Sainta slowly wiped away the tears that had began to fall, lowering her head to pray. The words were barely audible, but she knew He could hear.
"O my Lord, I do not know what to do anymore. You brought me to this man who has revealed something to me. I do not know what it is though. Please show me. I cannot go on in my life the way I have no matter how much I need to carry on my task."
Sainta swallowed a sob, words finally pouring from her.
"I do not know Bryan, but it feels as if I do. It was the first time I had pure attention for someone. Now, I'm confused. Please show me what to do, Lord! I need to know…I need to know…
"I haven't been to You in so long. It feels You have forsaken me. That can't be, because You said You'd never forsaken Your children."
All at once, she knew exact what to do.
"I know I am a sinner. I thought I was helping these men, but then turning around an stealing from them. Even if I need money to live, it was still wrong. Please forgive me for what I have done, Lord. Christ is the Savior, I'll admit on the hill tops. Christ is King. And, I only want You to guide me from now on to help all people - not just men - honestly and not foolishly."
Sainta fell forward onto the pew, a rush of emotion suddenly hitting her. The hurt disappeared melting into a feeling she hadn't felt in several years - peace.
Sainta raised her eyes heavenward, her direction clearer than ever now. "I need to go home to Philadelphia." She grabbed her carpet bag and headed to Grand Central Station once more.