Natasha kept going on and on about the love of Christ and the power of His Resurrection, but Isaac didn't give a hoot about all of that, he just wanted her lips to keep moving as his fixated eyes never left her spotless face - her smooth skin - her alluring smile - charming voice. All he thought about was how to make her his wife. Should he continue to pray about it till she sees it herself? Or send someone who would act like Eleazar in the bible to bring her to him? No, that won't work, he should just tell his father to send someone to her but he couldn't do that either - his father died a long time ago.
"I just wish you come into this understanding about the power of His love. We have a union in Him so strong Brother Isaac." Natasha continued, totally oblivious of whatever Isaac was thinking.
"Yes." Isaac had replied, nodding his head affirmatively with his facial expression set like someone keen on hearing everything she had to say. "The Holy Spirit helps us in this understanding as He guides us into all truth." He added - anything for her to keep talking.
Clapping her hands together in excitement with her eyes shut tight like a child lost in wonder, "exactly! The Holy Spirit!"
She had gotten home that Monday morning very exhausted and worn out from the girls all night, a few minutes later she heard a knock - none other than Isaac who had come to ask for help with the song for Tuesday service before rehearsals in the evening. She was doing just that when he mentioned that the song has to do with Christ's love and resurrection, Natasha being Natasha forgot all about her intended rest.
Still nodding affirmatively, Isaac wondered what kind of children they would have, perhaps two girls and a boy filled with the Holy Spirit from the womb, maybe twins but certainly not Jacob and Esau. He loved the very idea of spending forever with her, especially the idea of flaunting her around the church like a medal. Natasha was the role model for every lady in church, even the Reverend wanted her for his son.
"What are you thinking about?" Natasha asked out of the blue, her gaze now concentrated on Isaac. He was wearing the same baseball cap he wore throughout last week and his famous blue shirt and ripped jeans, and his hair... Did he cut it? He looked like he was lost in another world even though he seemed to be listening with rapt attention.
"Everything! It's just wonderful!"
"What's... wonderful?" She asked raising her eyebrows like a detective trying to sniff out the truth.
"The way you talk... about the Holy Spirit, the way you're able to know him so deeply and..."
"And how beautiful my children would look like, probably a boy and two girls?" Natasha added.
"Yes... I mean how wonderful they would be when you teach them about the Holy Spirit. I could only wish we had more ladies like you." Isaac said with an uneasy smile seeing how she had put him in a tight spot directly under the light, somehow he felt like a miserable thief who had to hide so he wouldn't be found.
"I heard your thoughts right now," Natasha added with a smile, such a triumphant smile evoked by a knowledge she had. For her, things like this came naturally, she had learned to exercise her heart to easily discern the state of another person's heart.
Sometimes she could hear their thoughts, other times she just knew what they were thinking. She felt like a gamer who had the upper hand in plenty of cards, and she couldn't help grinning, she had a fine set of teeth and an enchanting smile so her grinning face was no way help to Isaac - only a distraction.
Managing a small laugh he said, "my thoughts?"
Another small laugh and he added, "uh... My thoughts towards you are that of peace and not of evil." The tension he felt was too thick so he tried to add some comic relief but even that was it working - because she was grinning too widely!
"Absolutely." Natasha agreed with a straight face.
Isaac kept blinking as he sat on the chair beside her, wondering if he was supposed to feel sad or happy - because it was a mixture of both. Was she... teasing him?
With a smile, he picked the notes of the song for Tuesday evening service and pretended to skim through with his long fingers and perfectly manicured nails.
"The... Song?" He said finally after an awkward silence.
"Yes, the song," Natasha said as her gaze shifted back to the notes in his hands.