The Pastor's Daughter: The Rose of Ebony

By T.K.Ware

Ebony had a secret…. An ill-advised relationship with a married man in the church sent Ebony down a path of regret, which led to an unplanned pregnancy. When the pressure of being the pastor's daughter and carrying a married man's child weighs upon her, emotions flare. Shortly afterward, she threatens to publicize the entire affair, deciding to bear the consequences of the matter.After an untimely event, and unprecedented conviction, Ebony is forced to confess as she battles with thoughts of betrayal to God, the church, and herself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Insightful Creation Publication
• Release date: Jun 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223932703

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The Pastor’s Daughter

T.K.WARE

Copyright © 2015 by ICP/TKW

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2015

ISBN 9781479170753

Insightful Creation Publication

www.insightfulcp.com

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter One

SUNDAY MORNING 9:00 a.m.

A SCREAMING SOB RICOCHETED against the pale blue bathroom walls as Ebony collapsed on the cold, tile floor, a gut-wrenching moan pouring from her lips.

A pink and white pregnancy stick floated in the toilet, two lines showing clearly as it sank to the bottom. She curled up on the floor, surrounded by boxes of pregnancy tests, her body shuddering as tears streamed down her cheeks. When her emotions ceased, she dragged herself out the bathroom and knelt before her bed.

Lord, I have sinned against you. I stood before your people as an example and because of the desires of my flesh, I became a hypocrite. Please forgive me....

As she poured her heart out in prayer, every sermon her father preached flashed through her head like a caution light. If only she had listened.

Now it was too late.

She didn’t relinquish the position on her knees until they became numb. She pulled herself along the thick beige carpet, stepping over balls of Kleenex tissues, and returned to the bathroom.

Her reflection crashed memories of sin on her mind— all she saw was him— the minister she’d been having an affair with for the past few months. The thought of the ill-advised relationship pooled tears in her dark ebony eyes.

As the pastor’s daughter, Ebony was admired for her poise, kind heart and words of inspiration, but most importantly, she was esteemed for her lifestyle of celibacy. Just like the early morning dew, her reputation as an example of holiness among the members in the church would evaporate because of lust.

She forced herself into a long black dress, a white blouse, and grabbed her keys off the dresser. Once she got in her black Nissan Altima, she pulled her frizzy hair back in a ponytail and drove to church.

The road was blurred by the constant saturation of soft tears. Then, like a running facet, tears of repentance flowed once she turned into the parking lot of the church. Before she entered the building, her eyes locked in on the golden cross in the center of each door. Written beneath each cross were the words, Be ye holy, for I am holy. She took a deep swallow, eyes soaking with grief, and stepped inside.

With her head down, she stood in the corridor while the devotion leader prayed. Immediately following the prayer, the choir ministered through songs of praise.

MOUNT VERNON BAPTIST was of the largest churches in the city, with a total of five thousand members and over two acres of land. Flags of different nations, mounted on five inch pools, adorned the cream painted walls. To the left, directly in front of the enormous choir stand, was a brown and gold trimmed Hammond pipe organ. The organist skillfully played while the choir prepared the atmosphere for the pastor.

EBONY’S DAMPENED EXPRESSION was the first thing the usher standing at the door noticed— that, and her wrinkled dress, frizzed hair, and backwards blouse. The usher leaned forward to Ebony, hoping to tell her about her blouse, but was stopped by the palm of Ebony’s hand, right before she sat down on the pew to her right.

A deep sigh escaped her lips when the pastor walked up to the podium. He smiled, grabbed the