Becoming part of the church was not something you had thought you would do.

Giving yourself up for Christ was never on the table.

Yet here you were, trying anyway.

You decided to give yourself up to Him. Maybe, just maybe, he would offer you comfort and teach you to stop running from your past. Maybe, he could give you strength. Happiness. Heal your inner turmoil. Isn’t that what God was about; anyway? Forgiveness and growth?

You found yourself sat at Grace Haven Church; a beautiful church in your hometown—listening to the words of Christ in the middle of congregation; when a tall man was entering to pick up where the last speaker left off; his head down as he walked forward. When his hazel eyes flicked upwards; you noticed how handsome he was. It was almost sinful. Even in his priest attire; in his robe—you knew he was muscular. Handsome, tall.

God save your soul.