The Pastor's Heart - By Desiree Future Page 0,47
were waiting for them.
“Miss Louise you didn’t have to do this.” Sinclair said as the hair stylist helped her into the chair.
“I didn’t have to do this, I wanted to do this.” Louise replied as she got comfortable in her chair next to Sinclair.
“I know how much my son loves and cares for you. I also know how much you love and care for him as well. Honey, I know this is a hard thing you are going through right now but you have to get up from it. You are not the same person I met so many months ago, the woman whose smile lit up any room. Where is the Sinclair Madison that stole my son’s heart? What happened to her?” Louise got right to the point.
When the stylist took Sinclair’s hair down from her pony tail, she stared at herself in the mirror and she couldn’t even recognize her own self. Her eyes were withdrawn and her dimples looked like they had completely faded away. She felt so bad on the inside that it had started showing on the outside.
“I honestly don’t know, she is simply lost somewhere,” Sinclair confessed. “No one will tell me what is going on with my agency. I don’t know whether I have to shut it down or move or what.”
“Honey your agency is fine and we are making sure you don’t have to close the doors to your business. What you have built is a one of a kind thing here in this area and it serves so many needy people, there is no way we will allow it to close.” Louise said to Sinclair as the stylist started combing her long gray hair.
“If it weren’t for the pain killers putting me to sleep I would not sleep at all. I worked so hard to make my business what it is and to sit back and do nothing makes me feel completely helpless.” Sinclair said staring at her undone nails.
“You’re not helpless; you just are down right now. You have walked into the walls of Jericho and just because you can’t get over it doesn’t mean you can’t get around it. I believe when you get up and you will get up, everything will be fine. I know what my son did seems like the cruelest thing anyone could do to another human being, but I believe him when he said he didn’t know Mr. Dunbar was a crook I am not just saying that because he is my son, I say that because he is an honorable man like his father. Now he is not perfect by any means and he does make mistakes because he is only flesh. I bet you he never even asked you about your life in foster care.” Louise said while showing the stylist what she wanted done to her hair.
“No, but how did you know that?” Sinclair asked Louise while looking through a magazine to find a nice hairstyle.
“The Carter men don’t care about your past, they only care about your future. Whatever they can do to make your today and tomorrow better than your yesterday, that’s what they do period. It may seem that he doesn’t care about it but he does, he is just waiting for you to be ready to tell him your story.”
“What does this have to do with anything?” Sinclair was totally lost at this point, she thought her medicine had her delusional.
“It has everything to do with this. He knows he messed up and he is sorry for it. He is giving you the time and space you need to clear your mind. With time all wounds heal, he is just giving you that time.” Louise explained as she waved to the receptionist to come over. She whispered something to the Asian woman who then walked away.
“I remember my mom taking me to the fire station, telling me to count to one hundred and then ring the doorbell. She had gotten back in the car and left me there with a note pinned to my shirt while I held onto a broken doll. I was five and I never forgot that. I can’t even begin to tell you how many foster homes I had been in by the time I aged out. However, I can tell you I changed schools almost every year because no one wanted a kid with emotional and attachment problems. When I aged out the system I hitched hiked from Oregon to Washington DC