The Pastor’s Daughter: A true story

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I stand in humility and reverence to the Lord Jesus. I had no idea this fictional story I wrote would be so timely and inspiring. A few years ago I was in my bedroom when a vision came before me. I continued to write until the vision left. I could literally hear a female’s voice, which happens to be the protagonist, crying in repentance. I made up fictional names and create a fictional word. I had no idea my story was in fact a reality. Some of my scenes are the reality for a few people. I found this out when multiple messages flooded my inbox.

Here is the book blurb: An ill-advised relationship with a married man in the church sent Ebony down a path of regret, which led to an unplanned pregnancy. When the pressure of being the pastor’s daughter and carrying a married man’s child weighs upon her, emotions flare. Shortly afterwards, she threatens to publicize the entire affair, deciding to bear the consequences of the matter. After an untimely event, and unprecedented conviction, Ebony is forced to confess as she battles with thoughts of betrayal to God, the church, and herself.

***I received countless messages from people who actually thought I spoke to someone about their current situation. Others have received closure for a dark moment in their life. I’m simply thankful to be used by the Lord to minister by the gateway of literature.***Let Him That is Without Sin, Cast the First Stone At Her (1)

The Pastor’s Daughter

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Confessions#3

How could I have allowed myself to be so naïve? Women, please don’t allow a man to inject you with lies camouflaged in truth. I’m not a home-wrecker, really I’m not. In the beginning, he told me that he and his wife were separated and that they only drove to church together to keep people out of their business. He went on to say that they were going to eventually get a divorce. I was so stupid to believe his lies. The fact that he was a minister in the church made me hold tight to every word he said.

At first he was like a friend, a mentor of some sort. Our conversations were holy in the beginning, but over time the holiness of our dialogue evaporated like a puddle of water in Texas’ heat. I was attracted to him and in that attraction; I lost sight of what’s important: my relationship with God and another thing that I cherished, my celibacy.

 

Ebony