“and I’d be your chief bride’s maid,” she continued from where her friend stopped “I’d be wearing a peach colored dress with cream lace linings, smiling at the both of you, with my sisters and mum whispering to me to catch the bouquet when you throw it..” she rolled to her left side, facing Debra “I want my family to be around. I plan on making up with Kenny when I return back to Nigeria with my parents for a few weeks.
“Are you sure you’re ready to face her?” her friend replied almost silently, placing her hands over her shaking own
“I doubt I’d ever be ready to do that but it’s something I have to do if I want to move on to the next phase of my life. I can’t keep on living with the guilt, knowing she is still mad at me and expect to have a relatively normal life.”
“Have you spoken to God about it? What is He saying? Is it the right time?” Sarah attempted a small smile, remembering her discussion with God at her ‘spot’
“Actually that’s what I went to do outside before you came in. He said He’s always with me, He’d help me find favor, I’m sure about that. He’s a good God”