EYES OF CONFESSION

About the Book

Share the life of two people with their own past that is full of secrets, while they strive to confess their love to the people who don’t think they belong. The problem is there are some things that haven’t been confessed between the two of them. See how April uses her God given gift peering into the eyes of others and the eyes of Lensey, the love of her life, seeing their stories, but failing to confess her own. Be intrigued; allow their wins to be your wins, their tears your tears by joining them on this journey, Enjoy!

About the Author

“Testing, testing”, the choir director spoke into the microphone, breaking the conversation I was having with her. The director waved his hands; the choir rose and started singing. And to think, I had only come just to get out of my room. But, God had opened my eyes and heart to Love. She broke her gaze while she sang along with the choir, and then if I wasn’t smitten enough, she stepped forward to the front, next to the choir director. With her captivating radiance, she belted out a note sending chills down my spine, singing out, “I’M GOING UP A YONDER TO BE WITH MY LORD” The feeling was ethereal; a place I’d never journeyed before, but was glad to go! The entire gym went wild when she sang, but they were late, I was already going wild, taken aback by this gift from heaven I’d received. Returning to her place with the rest of the choir, she turned around, and as her eyes locked in on mine, in them I heard her ask, “Did you like that?” “I loved it!” My eyes responded with admiration. I knew she heard me, when a small smile appeared on her lips, as she swayed side to side, clapping her hands, continuing to sing along with the rest of the choir. When the concert ended, the director started passing out Bibles, beginning with the bottom row. Choir members thanked guys as they exited the gym with their new Bibles. They were shaking hands and telling everybody “Jesus loves you, hang in there.” I was getting anxious, but nervous at the same time, because my angel was in the line of members that were thanking us for coming. I would get the chance to touch her hand, see her up close, and maybe even smell what fragrance she wore. By the time they reached the back row, an announcement was being made, stating that they were out of Bibles. Hearing those words crushed me to no end. I didn’t care about receiving a new Bible; I just wanted to get close to her. Now that chance was no more.