Although she was nearly thirty years old Betty-Belle had never been on a date<\/p>\n
This saddened her<\/p>\n
She had never experienced the passion of wanting to be with a man<\/p>\n
This saddened her<\/p>\n
She knew that she was married to Jesus Christ<\/p>\n
This gladdened her<\/p>\n
Heart<\/p>\n
In ways she could not describe<\/p>\n
Quite often in the short hours before dawn<\/p>\n
She would lay in her bed<\/p>\n
And watch the night shadows pass through her room<\/p>\n
She often wondered if one was Christ<\/p>\n
Was he guarding her as she travelled on her nocturnal journeys<\/p>\n
Betty-Belle was the only daughter of a very religious family<\/p>\n
And her parents sill had a considerable amount of control<\/p>\n
Over her every day life<\/p>\n
Although she rebelled occasionally<\/p>\n
She would whisper profanities under her breath when they passed<\/p>\n
And would walk around the house quite naked when her parents were out<\/p>\n
Deep down she wanted to be surprised by a handyman or a passing member of the church<\/p>\n
But this never happened<\/p>\n
This saddened her<\/p>\n
She had friends vetted friends but they bored her with their small talk<\/p>\n
Most conversations were about the church<\/p>\n
The Pastor<\/p>\n
And Jesus Christ<\/p>\n
Although not necessarily in that order<\/p>\n
She loved Jesus<\/p>\n
But did not know whether he loved her<\/p>\n
And then out of the blue on the day after her birthday<\/p>\n
She was invited to travel to Rome as part of an exchange<\/p>\n
Betty-Belle had been to Canada and Mexico but had never travelled to Europe<\/p>\n
And her mind was full from that moment on with romantic thoughts<\/p>\n
She was part of a group of five<\/p>\n
Three boys who were junior to her and Darleen who was the daughter of the mayor<\/p>\n
She knew them all well and hoped that they would be good travelling companions<\/p>\n
But feared that they would be bores in Rome as they were in Augusta<\/p>\n
In no time at all Betty-Belle found herself on the plane to Rome<\/p>\n
She was trying to sleep but was too excited to close her eyes<\/p>\n
It was then that she noticed a tall Englishwoman who appeared to be weeping<\/p>\n
At first Betty-Belle took no notice but the woman continued to weep quietly into a small bloodstained silk handkerchief<\/p>\n
Excuse me but I notice that you are weeping may I help you\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The tall Englishwoman looked up at Betty-Belle and let a fading smile cross her lips<\/p>\n Thank you my dear I have just learned that they have crucified Jesus\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n This has upset me greatly\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n He was such a good man\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Would you care to sit next to me for a few minutes\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n This will bring me great comfort\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Betty-Belle sat next to the Englishwoman and decided to introduce herself<\/p>\n Hi I am Betty-Belle Randall and I am from Augusta\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n That is a pretty name and if I may say so suits you\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Betty-Belle felt herself blushing slightly as she was not used to compliments as she considered herself a little plain<\/p>\n She was against her better nature curious about Jesus and the woman’s comments interested her<\/p>\n Please forgive me as I am very rude\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n I ask you to bring me comfort because of my loss and you do not even now my name\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n My name is Viola\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Viola Gresham\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n And I sometimes live in London<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n To be continued<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Although she was nearly thirty years old Betty-Belle had never been on a date This saddened her She had never experienced the passion of wanting to be with a man This saddened her She knew that she was married to Jesus Christ This gladdened her Heart In ways she could not describe Quite often in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5747"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}