Praying wife
Flee So this particular day, I came to the office as usual. It was another gracious Tuesday; the counselling day of the week. It has been my custom to avoid any other day for counselling except on rare cases. Julie, my beautiful wife has been my backbone since the day we got married and I had promised not to hurt her a bit either by my moves or actions. I had kept to that promise until that fateful day when Sis Gloria, one of the choristers in our church called me on phone sobbing uncontrollably. It was on a Saturday evening. I had just concluded my message for Sunday sermon and had blasted in tongues for hours... The devil was in trouble. I had to rush to the office to attend to her, I felt her case was urgent. I forgot to drop a message for my wife who had gone for the Regional Women's Conference and won't be back till Sunday evening. I met Sis Gloria in front of my office still crying profusely. My heart went out for her. This was the beautiful and melodious Glori...