We Walk by Faith: Pastor Angie Series

By Churnet Winborne

We Walk by Faith, is a continuation of the story Pastor Angie. This story tells of how Angie is still recovering from her stroke but, still with the love of her family, friends ,and congregation and her stead fast faith in the Lord she is still able to gradually recover and realize her true value and worth to the kingdom of God. This story shows that one can
get through anything if they just have a little bit of faith.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493172047

Churnet Winborne

My name is Churnet Winborne. I’m thirty-three years old I was born and raised in Washington DC. Where I live with my loving parents Thomas and Larice Winborne who have been my loving support all my life and it is because of their love and support I am able to persue my dream of being a writer. I was born with a disability called Cerebral Palsy which comes from brain damage and not enough oxygen getting to the brain during birth. As a result of my disability I’m unable to walk and use a wheelchair to get around and I also stutter when I speak. And ,it is because of my disability and my love for Jesus Christ that I want to write novels and short stories geared toward the disabled community . I want to be a voice and inspiration for them. I honestly hope that everyone who reads, An Unbroken Circle of Love, the Pastor Angie , series my second novel will be touched and inspired and remember that love conquers all through Christ.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Angie’s Fall

Today, starts off as your typical Monday Morning. Kayla, is running Angie’s bath.

C’mon, M—Mama A-Angie your—b-bath is ready!. Kayla bellows tiredly.

"Coming, baby, coming baby!". Angie answers back as she slowly rises to her brown shaky and very unsteady feet.

She slowly makes her way down the hall towards the bathroom when the two front walker wheels suddenly get caught in the throw rug.

Kayla help, Kayla help! It tuck! It tuck!. The terrified woman yells as the walker wheels continue to slide Ahhhghh! Aghhh!. She screams, as she suddenly hits the floor out cold.

Mama Angie! Pastor A—A—Angie! Oh my God what happened! Wake up! Wake up! Oh God please No!. Kayla yells rushing to the phone.

Angie lays unconscious her chest-nut brown cheeks are flushed and drained of color she lays on the floor limp as a rag doll.

An hour later, Kayla is pacing the floor of Mercy Medical Center’s ER. Franctically.

Oh, God, Pastor Angie, Eric what if something happens to Mama Angie she’s so sweet I mean, I just turned my back for a second and sh—Sh—Sh—she was on the floor! I’m telling you, if something happens to her I’ll never forgive myself. I love her so much!. Kayla sobs.

Kay, I’m sure that Mama Angie’s fine and no one is to blame besides, Mama falls all the time she has horrible balance since, the stroke and you know this.. Eric says.

"I ju—just turned my back for a second and she was on the floor and it’s all my fault if something happens to her

But, E—Eric this time she was unconscious out cold what if something happens I’m one of her babies I’m like a daughter to her she’s always saying, oh, Eric.

Kayla continues to wail.

Calm down Kay she’s going to be fine. Eric says, comforting his wife.

Just then, Dr. Sienna Coleman walks out with the news. She has long black hair, and chest brown skin, kind brown eyes, and smile.

We’ve been down this road before but, Pastor Angie has suffered a slight concussion and a bump on the head and a bad fever from a urinary tract infection I’m going to keep her for two weeks at least til that fever comes down.. Dr. Coleman says.

Thank you, Dr. Coleman can we go in to see, M-Ma—Mama Angie?. Kayla asks.

Kayla is a tall small slender woman of thirty four with long glossy black hair that cascades down her shoulders like a water fall, dark coffee colored skin, friendly brown eyes, and compassionate smile.

Kayla has moderate Cerebral Palsy which causes her to walk with a slight limp, and she also has a stutter when she speaks.

Kayla works as a RN. Nurse at Mercy Medical and Rehabilitation center and she works three days a week as Pastor Angie’s in home nurse.

Pastor Angie is lying in her hospital bed serenely with her loving brown eyes closed, her auburn brown hair sweeps the pillows, and lastly, her paralyzed brown hand lies limply by her side.

Ma—Ma—Ma Ma Mama Angie it’s me Kayla I’m so—, sorry. She says, gently shaking her mother in law awake.

Baby, Kayla happened what? Am I where?. She asks, bewildered.

R—Relax, Mama Angie you fell and you’re in the h—hos—hospital it’s all my fault now, please forgive me. Kayla pleads.

"Ready forgiven fall all time just last week fall not your fault never blame you still one my babies walker tuck in carpet—ha—ha, love you, my baby." She laughs.

I’m so sorry, Mama Angie. Kayla replies, sorrowfully.

"Sh—sh—talk no more bout it I love you, Mama Angie loves all her babies come rain or shine". Angie smiles, as slobber spills down her chin and she pats her daughter in law’s hand.

"How Rose Amber doin? Sweet baby know that her Nanny Angie love her much".

Oh, Amber Rose is fine. I’ll bring her to visit with her Nanny Angie tomorrow. Kayla smiles.

Later, Selena Davis—Harris, walks in, the hospital room. Selena is Angie’s first daughter of eight children. She is very close to Angie especially, since, the stroke.

Selena has short-cut brown hair, with a mass of curls, chest-nut brown skin, hazel brown eyes, and kind smile.

Hey Mama Angie, hope you are feeling better. Selena says.

"Better much now that my baby’s here, ha, ha,". Angie laughs.

That’s good as long as you’re ok that’s all that matters Mama. Selena replies.

"Fine, baby." Angie says, giving her daughter a wet slobbery kiss on the cheek.

Mama Angie. I love you but, I must go. Selena says.

An hour later at Selena’s house, Jabari is fit to be tied when, his wife comes through the door.

Where have you been? It’s after nine ‘o clock! The kids are truly starving and so am I!. He exclaims, agitated.

Babe, I’m sorry but, Nanny Angie fell and they had to rush her to the hospital she has a concusion and has a urinary tract infection she’ll be in the hospital for two weeks.

You’re always sorry but, we’re your family too. Jabari says, angrily.

Listen, Jabari but, Mama Angie is sick and she needs me and I can’t just neglect her. I almost lost her and I’m determined to spend as much as time with her that I can!. Selena declares.

I love Mama Angie too but, don’t forget about us we need you too and I’m sorry for being insensitive. Jabari says, sorrowfully.

Thank you, hon, and I promise we’ll have a date night soon. Selena says, kissing her husband on the lips.

Vanessa

Forty seven year old Vanessa Stephens is a saved, sanctified Holy spirit filled woman who is Pastor Angie’s sister and one of her best friends.

Vanessa called Angie every night on the phone and e mailed her.

Vanessa is heavy set with long glossy hair that spills to her shoulders, caramel skin, and sweet smile.

Hello, Pastor Angie praise the Lord!. Vanessa shouts, embracing the other woman.

"Praise the Lord! Baby sit, sit can’t think of name but, sit what your name?".

Angie smiles as slobber escapes her lips.

"Seen you fore but, can’t think of name what is it?".

"Angie it’s me Vanessa your sister we talked last night on the phone see she says, showing the other woman a photo of herself.

Very pretty love it who this pretty lady over there?. Angie asks, not recognizing her mom.

That’s Big Mama our mother. Vanessa patiently explains.

Oh, I member now that Mama Big and you Ce Ce very beautiful my Sister I love you, sweet baby come give me sugar. Angie laughs.

"Muah". She says, kissing her.

Oh, I almost forgot I have a surprise for you. Vanessa says.

"Oh, beautiful love prizes Sweetie Ce Ce".

No, I’m Vanessa not CeCe but, the other girls are coming.

She tells her.

Nessa that it forgive me Mama Big too?. Angie questions.

Oh, yeah she’s seventy-four now she’s still driving too. Vanessa says.

"Wonerful beautiful baby can’t wait to see her".

Angie exclaims.

So how are your babies?. Vanessa asks.

"Good, Selena torney lawfirm big boy teacher get wedded last month to Kayla daughter my nurse beautiful girl an Livie Still dancing".

you remember when I snuck out to meet Bobby Sherman?.

Yeah, couldn’t forget Mama Big ground me for not telling. Angie laughs as memories flood her mind.

That hour, Vanessa and Angie looked at the Family Album and shared many memories and talked of old times.

CHAPTER 2

Angie’s Jealousy

The whole house permeated with the very sweet yet pungent aroma of Pastor Angie’s very famous Snickerdoodle cookies. All the while, forty seven year old Vanessa Stephens is humming, the song, Jesus is Mine. As she bakes.

Hey, Auntie Vanessa! It sure nuff smells good up in here. Ten year old replies, walking into the kitchen.

Olivia Maria Davis, who is named after her late mother, has soft braided sandy red hair, mocca skin, friendly brown eyes, that danced with delight whenever she performed, and lastly, an outgoing smile.

Thank you, Cutie Pie. You get another cookie but, that’s enough til supper time. Vanessa says, sternly in her very southern Whitley Gilbert, from A Different World. Accent.

It smells just like Nanny Angie’s cookies she used to make me. Olivia tells her.

Why, it should since it’s her recipe. Vanessa says.

What, Nanny Angie gave you her recipe for Snickerdoodle cookies?. Olivia gasps.

Who’d you thank taught me how to cook!. The other woman informs Olivia.

What! I didn’t know that?.

Oh, yeah, child Whenever Big Mama Louise and Daddy Jack went out or worked Angie was our resident baby sitter being the eldest of six girls so, she taught all of us how to cook. Vanessa tells her.

That’s good but, Nanny Angie ain’t fun anymore. she can’t cook jump rope or do anything all she does is slobber and I hate those kisses she gives me their all wet and slobbery.

Olivia complains.

Listen, Olivia. I know that Angie’s stroke has been quite hard on you but, she loves you and struggles everyday to get some sort of life back and you’re going to respect her is that understood? And, I’ll hear no more talk of how she slobbers she’s sick now, is that understood?. Vanessa asks sternly.

Yes, man, Auntie V. Olivia says, biting into another cookie.

Besides, there has to be some things that you and Angie can do together just until she completely recovers.

"We watched, American Bible Challenge. Last week". Olivia tells her.

Ok.

"We played, Bible Scrabble. Together and watched, Touched By Angel.

I can dance for her she loves watching me dance actually, she said, I was good as Beyonce". Olivia says.

She calls her pretty girl singer. Olivia says.

And, you know, what else you can do?. Vanessa asks.

No, what else?.

My sis Angie is a true prayer warrior no one can pray like her! Last year, I was diagnosed with breast cancer Angie told me to read healing scriptures anoit myself and pray and every afternoon, at three ‘oclock Angie would pray with me and today I stand healed by the power of God and my sister. So, please give Angie a chance she loves you so much. Vanessa says, rising from her chair upon, hearing the oven timer.

I quess I should start treating Nanny Angie better I love her Y’a know my birthday is Saturday can I have my girls over?.

Sure. What kind of cake do you want?/

Chocolate Chip cake.

Cool I’ll do it.

Really? I’ll go call and email my girls thanks Auntie V!. She exclaims, hugging the other woman.

Angie is resting and watching, Touched by An Angel. When, she hears her cell phone.

Bless you, this Pastor Angie how may help you?.

Hi, Nanny Angie it’s me Olivia!. The little girl squeals happily.

"Livie, Oh, my Livie good hear your voice. Birthday happy very not forget be leven growing up baby grow up teenager big girl soon". Angie smiles.

Yeah, Nanny my birthday is Saturday and guess what?.

"What baby? Tell me".

Auntie Vanessa is throwing me a party and she’s baking me a chocolate chip cake cake and everything I love her she’s a great dancer and baked some Snicker doodle cookies yesterday! I wish she could stay longer. Olivia boasts.

"That beautiful baby have birthday happy love you". Angie says, blowing kisses into the phone.

"Livie, bathroom wet, wet sticky diaper need change very wet I have to go we talk later call time any. I love you Nanny Angie loves all her babies, muah".

You Taking My Livie Way from Me

On Wednesday, Vanessa walks into Angie’s hospital room.

Hey big sis praise the Lord. She says, embracing the other woman kindly.

"Nessa, everything bout Nessa Auntie cook bake chip chocolate cake everything Nessa Auntie good dancer everything bout you Livie love you more than me and I raise her get out no more! No more come!". Angie shouts.

You’re crazy Angie! I haven’t done anything to you you are crazy!. Vanessa shouts.

Not crazy,! Crazy get out!. Angie shouts.

Later that night, Vanessa was telling Tiffany about the visit with Angie.

She wasn’t the same sweet Angie I don’t know who that was and we’ve never fought in all our lives and today she’s saying I took Olivia away from her. Vanessa says, puzzled.

Listen, Auntie Vanessa, Mama Angie feels replaced every since Maria Passed away Mama has raised Olivia I mean, done everything with her cooked took her Trick or Treating every Halloween and now, you come along and start doing everything Mama Angie can’t do for Olivia anymore right now and she feels pushed aside and pushed out of Olivia’s life. Tiffany explains.

Oh, thanks Tiffany how could I be so stupid here I’ve been baking and cooking taking Olivia shopping and everything never thinking of how Angie must feel I’m only going to be here for another week but, Angie will be here til Olivia turns eighteen.

Celebrating with Angie

Olivia is jamming out to Beyonce’s Single Ladies. When, Vanessa comes in, her bedroom.

Can we talk for a minute Olivia?.

Sure, Auntie V.

I know you are excited about spending your birthday with your friends but, how about we spend it with Nanny Angie so she won’t feel so left out she needs to feel our love.

Ok. I love Nanny Angie she’s cool again. I don’t want her upset Olivia says.

Thanks for being understanding. Vanessa says.

On Saturday, Olivia walks in with Vanessa. She is wearing a pink tank top pink jeans, and pink wig in honor of her idol Nicki Minaj.

"My Livie,! Happy birthday! Happy come sweetie sugar!". Angie exclaims holding out her left hand.

Look pretty so love colors can’t say name of color but, beautiful here your gift open hope you like it. Angie replies, handing her a gold evelope.

Wow, Kimberly Hip Hop Dance Academy! Love it! Thanks Nanny Angie thanks!. Olivia exclaims, embracing her grand mother.

I’ll never mistreat you again I love You so much!. Olivia exclaims, embracing Angie again.

Beautiful knew you love it love dancing this summer be at dancing school muah.

Nanny Angie, I’m going to make you proud of me and I’m not going to talk about your slobber anymore and I’ll help you more once you get home I promise I love you. Olivia says.

I mean, who else would pay for my dance lessons at a real school too! I’m lucky to have you!. The little girl exclaims, embracing Angie gratefully.

Love you too, have such talent gran baby want you go far real far Lord take you glad help. Angie laughs, as slobber spills from her twisted lips.

How bout some cake and presents now. Vanessa says, sitting the chocolate cake down in front of them.

"Nessa sorry bout day I had stroke not myself I love you motions all over place".

That’s ok. Angie I want you to know that you are the most loving sweet woman ever and we want you to know that. Vanessa replies, embracing her sister.

Love you too, baby I so glad you take good such of my Livie when can’t thank you. Angie says, taking Vanessa’s hand in her left one.

I’ll never try to replace you no one could cause you, Pastor Sheila Angela Davis will always be forever irreplaceable.. Vanessa tells her.

CHAPTER 3

A Milestone For Angie / Kayla’s

Long Lost Mom Returns

Your balance is getting so much better. I’m so glad you are walking so well, Pastor Angie. You’re doing great walking with that cane. Tricia Collins, Angie’s Physical Therapist encourages. Tricia has long African braids that falls to her shoulders, dark brown coffee colored skin, brown eyes, and smile.

"She’s right, Mama Angie you’re looking great!