Zeke Montgomery
It is early Sunday morning and I
cannot sleep. What can I do to make the situation better? I don’t understand
what the hold-up is. I look over and Ziva is sleeping so peacefully. She is the
love of my life. Even at 50, she is still the most gorgeous woman, in my eyes. I
will do anything for her, and she knows it. Since the beginning of our courtship,
she has never doubted it. There have been many opportunities for her to raise
an eyebrow, at the women who throw themselves at me. Yet, she remains steadfast
in her knowledge and dynamic of our relationship. I must admit, I would like to
see a small fire of jealousy brewing behind her eyes, every now and then.
Nonetheless, I am a blessed man to have a woman be so completely safe in her
position. Her confidence is amazing. It always has been. It took a lot of
personal ego boosting to get up the nerve to approach her, in the beginning. I
was surprised she gave me the time of day, but I am so glad she did. I couldn’t
ask for a better companion in my life. She is my rock! I wish she had something
more to offer me, though, when it comes to the issue at hand. I want her to
brainstorm with me and take up the charge to bring in more people. This is one
area that she just seems to not understand. Ziva sees the glass as half full.
She believes that more will come, in time. I am filled with anxiety and worry.
She tells me to settle down. Whenever we talk about it, she takes my hands and
kisses them and tells me to have faith. I
have faith. I just want to see some results of all my hard work and
dedication. This vision is my life’s work. It should be bigger than it is, by
now. There should be more people. It smacks me in the face every time I stand
up on the podium and see empty seats staring back at me. It is distracting. The
vacancies are more disturbing than the lackluster participation of most of the
congregants. I just want the seats filled, is that too much to ask for? I don’t
think so. I have to do something…but, what?
Well, Ziva is stirring and the
sun is beginning to rise. It is time to get up and begin to prepare for the
morning. I’m just not feeling it today. I want to lay here and not have to face
those empty seats. But, duty calls. I turn over and put my arms around my
beautiful wife and watch her as she opens her eyes. A smile illuminates her
face. I brush her beautiful chestnut hair with my hand and smile.
“I love you, Zeke.”
“I love you, Ziva.”
This inside look is taken during the first part of the book BEHOLDEN.
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