Saturday, for most, a day of rest from the often rote routine of weekly labor, seemed typical; and at 9:00 a.m., the impact this weekend day’s events would have on the world was yet unknown.
The hotel room, strewn with evidence of four days’ activity, was a collage of luggage, dishes, snacks, and clothes. Sparkles from the evening’s designer gown glittered the ivory walls dancing with the sun peeking through a crack in the draperies.
“Yeah, Room Service, we need some breakfast for six hungry people up here.”
“Certainly, Sir. Tell me what you would like and we’ll have it right up.”
“Well, let’s see, how about hash browns, scrambled eggs, slices of ham, biscuits and gravy. I think that should do it. Oh, and orange juice, milk, coffee; and, better throw in a carafe of Bloody Mary mix. That will be all. Thanks.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
"Nothing like a little hair of the dog that bit you,” Ray laughed as he placed the phone receiver back in its cradle. He patted the sleeping head which had nestled atop his lap last evening, too crashed to make it to her own bed. “Don’t you think?”
“Um hum, just give me five more minutes. I want to sleep a little bit more.” The exhausted, almost half-centurion body stretched, then curled once more into a fetal position.
“You are going to have to get up when the food is delivered. Can’t sleep all day, you know. Big night tonight.”
“Yeah, baby, just five more minutes. Five more minutes, okay?”
Breakfast arrived and the groggy group, at last showed signs of life, laughing, in shared remembrances of Friday’s escapades.
“Can’t believe we stayed up till 3:00 a.m. No wonder I’m tired.” The songbird smiled as she blew a kiss to Ray.
A horde of people, already gathering in the hotel’s ballroom and parameter, had begun setting up for Saturday’s event. Technicians, security, caterers, news casters synergistically aligned to ensure not only the proper flow, but that the egos of those attending were handled with care.
“Ray, I want to swim. Go clear the pool and then come back and get me. No pictures this morning, not before hair and makeup.”
“Ah, you’re still beautiful, even first thing in the morning, but I’ll take care of it. I’ll be back,” Ray immediately set off to his task.
“Yeah, right, Ray. Honey, that’s why I pay you so much, you do what I say and you say the right things.”
“God, I hope I’m good enough. Please let me be good enough today, tonight.”
But the angel-voiced singer’s mind began to flood with the partnered voices, doubt and deceit, “You’re a flop. You’re a failure. You had it all and you blew it. It’s your own damn fault. Look at you. You’re not beautiful. You are old. You are nothing.”
She slurped the last of the Bloody Mary mix from her glass as she scouted for the anxiety medication which would at least momentarily still the nagging voices. Dark glasses closed out her swimsuit ensemble, donned to hide her tears and to serve as a faux shelter from sure-to-spy-her paparazzi.
The swim felt good, the nap after even better. A warm tub, she believed, surely would bring the relaxation, the peace she hoped to acquire before calling in artists to paint the facade of blissful happiness on her face and ahead of willing her insides to garner the much-practiced poise required in order to face the pick-apart interviewers awaiting her arrival.
But at 3:53 p.m., God’s plans prevailed. Instead of meeting with sometimes adoring, often fickle fans and talk show hosts, a soothing sound, like Spring’s first gentle rain, enveloped her in familiar tune, “La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la-la.” Doubt and deceit eternally quieted, she was ushered to encounter her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Life with trials and tribulations, could be said an experiment, complete with successes and heartaches. God, a Divine Maestro, causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose, uses even the deepest pain to orchestrate a plan for His glory.
As Tyler Perry, BeBe and Marvin Winans, T.D. Jakes eulogized Whitney Elizabeth Houston, I’m pretty sure the Gospel was preached to the ends of the earth. Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Matthew 24:14, “And the Good News about the Kingdom will be preached throughout the whole world, so that all nations will hear it; and then the end will come (NLV).
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.