Just keep me busy, i don’t want to think about it, in her head, once she throws her arms around another human, she’ll forget herself, maybe find love, is that asking too much. She stands before the mirror, notices the magazine headline, she reads while sitting on the loo, 100 ways to feel more confident, written by a successful woman, who led a so called perfect life, her smile is perfect.
Her eyes are sad, but she thinks of a happy event, suddenly she spots a smile, her grin widens for a few moments, she just needs reminding. She doesn’t want to be exploited, she’s had enough of the advice experts, but she’s afraid she’ll miss something if she doesn’t buy it. The cell rings, the taxi is outside, she grabs her purse, one look at the mirror, she’s gone. The journey is a drama, the streets pass by, her gaze follows them, her head is pointed out of the window, were here the driver says. She puts on a smile, hands over the fare, keep it she replies to the extra. Her friends are inside, two vodka’s and she’ll be fine, Saturday night fever time. the music is live, it feels different, hasn’t heard live in a while, the crowd is different, they seem to be listening, they don’t hit on her, they are actually dancing too, her heart begins to flutter, she hasn’t felt like this is in a while. would you like to dance her friend says. they bob and jive, the energy flows, the alcohol is secondary, she is having a good time. three hours later she is heading, Saturday night fever, she feels good for once, goes home with a head on her shoulders, not with a human fever, what the difference a prayer makes.
Solomon encountered Holy Spirit, it is amazing what God can do, just belie
ve it, amen.