Priest (The Richards Book 1)

by Bre Shadae

I had so many fears still but I did my best not to let them overtake me. I had to believe that God was finally answering my prayers, even the ones I wasn’t smart enough to pray for myself. It had to be Him because I couldn’t have even asked for the blessing that I was receiving. Instead of fear I made it a point to get up every day and choose gratitude.

I thought I was doing good until the few tears turned into a full-blown cry. I wanted to stop myself but I remembered what Priest told me about my tears. My body needed this release. I was having a moment with my mother and it was okay. I didn’t need to be ashamed about anything I was feeling. The loss of my mother had gutted me and I thought not thinking about it and staying busy would replace her but it did nothing to heal this hole in my heart. I had to deal with this and face it head on. I had to feel it.