Mended Wings By Elizabeth Kazeem Pdf
Download Mended Wings By Elizabeth Kazeem Pdf book free online – from Mended Wings By Elizabeth Kazeem Pdf book; Ella Jacobs is an enchanting woman in her late twenties. She is a devoted believer, an icon in her church and a role model to hundreds of sisters. Joel Mason is a handsome, promising young man, the kind that steals women’s hearts in half a second. He’s a believer, a seasoned preacher, and a sought-after song minister.
Kunle Adedoyin is a plain young man, who has the support of Ella’s aunt, desiring a lasting relationship with Ella.
Caught between Kunle, who is tenaciously in love with her, and Joel, the man of her dreams, Ella must choose a life partner.
Ella Jacobs hurried into the almost-filled church, her eyes searching for an empty chair. An usher smiled at her and pointed her to another usher ahead, who directed her to a vacant seat. She walked briskly, her face down, feeling as though all eyes were on her despite the fact that majority of the eyes there were shut. She dropped her bag on the chair and shut her eyes in prayer.
A while after, Ella opened her eyes. On the pastor’s order, she turned to her left to pray with her neighbour. She froze and stared at the figure facing her. The sound from the speakers around precipitously fainted. The voices of people became distant. And the intermittent shout of the pastor on the altar fell to the background. Her mind must be playing tricks on her, she thought.
She blinked. The figure was too good to be real. A tall man, about 6’ 2”, with thin musculature that betrayed his masculinity but graced his appearance, and a well cut out face that displayed the grace with which God creates. He looked nothing less than a model on a fashion magazine. His clean cut disclosed a skilled barber did it recently. His heart-shape face, brown eyes with thick eyebrows hanging protectively over them like knights, and nose like a small almond fruit, were like never she had seen. He had a one-sided dimple that branded his smile in a stylish way. Judging by his set of teeth, he could be taken for a dentist or an ambassador for a brand of toothpaste. They were like sparkling gems, and his lips were liberal to expose them at every smile. The branded navy blue suit he was wearing, which had a tag showing the logo of the church on its lapel, exaggerated his spotlessly fair complexion. Ella’s eyelids fluttered. To have gotten that special tag, he couldn’t be but a ranked member of the church. But what was he doing amidst the congregation? He should have sat on the altar.
Her eyes fell on his trousers. He must have aggressively ironed it for traveller’s creases to be so evident on it, she thought. His shoes were simple, but not like his brothers’. Even her dad, who was considered the richest in her family, in all his glory couldn’t have afforded the shoes. Her stomach rumbled. What time didn’t permit her to do was drool.
“Hello, did you get the prayer point?” he said, smiling.
She shivered. His voice nailed it. It must have been an angel’s in disguise. How could a man have such a pleasant voice? “U-uh yes, I did,” she said.
The environment, which had been somewhat distant few minutes ago, came alive again and she realized she had been lost in admiration of her neighbour, which the pastor had instructed her to hold and pray with. She held his hands, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth but words stuck to her throat.
His hands were warm, suddenly making her realize hers were cold. She forced her mind off him but all she could do was hit her lips against each other continuously and nod her head. Her mind was too choked to know what to pray for.
“In Jesus mighty name we have prayed,” the pastor said from the altar.
“Amen,” the congregation chorused. She dropped his hands reluctantly and took her seat. How had she not noticed him? Perhaps because she had been late for church and prayer had started before she rushed into the church, hurriedly looking for a place to sit. She had never seen him before. Was he a first-timer? He couldn’t have been, with that tag on his lapel. There was definitely more to it. She kept pondering on her new fascination until sound of applause interrupted her thoughts and she unanimously joined the congregation in clapping.
“Glory to God, glory to God. Our God is good!” a man on the altar said, smiling.
“All the time,” the congregation chorused.
“It’s been a wonderful time in God’s presence. I will like to invite our brother.
He’s a lover of God, a worshipper, a teacher of the word, and he’s a vibrant youth. Let’s clap for the Lord as I call on Brother Joel Mason for his ministration,” he said and dropped the microphone as sound of applause filled the building. Ella’s jaw dropped as the man who was seated beside her rose up and walked to the altar. She fixed her gaze on him as he left. She was right. She knew there was something about him she couldn’t lay her hands on. But why didn’t he sit on the altar? How could a pastor be that handsome? She just couldn’t understand.
Her decision will determine her future. What will she do? Who will she choose? What will the future unravel?