as he began to flip through the pages of the Bible using his good hand. âYouâre not my enemy in the way the Bible describes such, and I donât recall you ever using me.â
âI havenât,â Delilah replied. âI can promise you that.â She wanted to add more, but was drawn to the many pictures on the wall and almost everywhere else in the room. They were of Jessie, Tamara, and Cindy. There were even a few that had the deacon posing with them. Delilahâs heart raced and her blood boiled. The deacon had enjoyed what sheâd given up. All this time, and her family was so close and yet so far away. I shouldnât be the only one Jessieâs mad at. Delilah turned to the side and glared at the deacon, whoâd already turned away.
âBut you seeââJessie stopped thumbing the pages as he apparently found what he soughtââthis is the scripture that the Spirit brought to my mind after Tamara left and when Iâd just used language that I hadnât in years. The Word says in Proverbs 23:22, âListen to your father who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old.ââ
Both the deacon and Delilah were completely dumbfounded. Neither dared to breathe or to speak, each for a different reason.
âNow, I havenât used the term mother in quite a long time, unless I referred to Cindy or to my last foster mother. And I donât know who my father is, and at this point, Iâm not sure Iâd believe you if you told me. I do know beyond a shadow of a doubt that at this moment it is easier for me to forgive my enemies than it is for me to forgive you. So Iâm going to now do what me and Cindy always did when we confronted the devil.â
âSo now Iâm the devil?â Delilahâs face produced a frown that made her look very much like something she didnât likeâshe looked her age.
Jessie ignored Delilahâs question and continued. His voice remained calm despite the pain that still engulfed the hand he used to point to a room off to the side. âIâm going to go into my prayer closet. Iâll fast and talk to God. I donât know how long it will take, but I do know this: My God will fight my battles and Heâll lead me to the place in His will where Iâm to be and where He is, too.â
âThen you need to pray for Jehovah-shammahâs grace,â Delilah whispered. It took all the strength she possessed not to reach out to him. Sheâd do anything to have it all back again.
For a brief second both Deacon Pillar and Jessie were stunned, but Jessie recovered first. âWhat do you know about Jehovah-shammah?â
As Jessie asked the question, the deacon pondered the same thing. I thought I knew all of Godâs nicknames .
âJehovah-shammah means âthe Lord is there.ââ Delilahâs voice was reverent as she said the name Jehovah. No matter how she prayed, it was always something about the name Jehovah that gave her the most comfort.
âI know what it means,â Jessie replied. âIâm just surprised that you would.â
Still confused, Delilah decided to take what Jessie said as something positive. âIâm so sorry youâre in this state, but you being a man of God, I know you will find it in your heart to forgive me.â
âI certainly hope so, too, Delilah, because right now I canât stand to look at you; I canât stand to hear your excuses. To be truthful, Iâm not certain I even care where youâve been all these years, and thatâs not of God, nor is it the person I truly am.â
âIâm sure youâve raised Tamara to never have a reason to look at you like thatâ¦.â Delilahâs eyes swelled with tears, preventing her from explaining further, but she refused to let one drop fall. Perhaps, if she hadnât given in to her stubbornness instead of pushing the deacon out