Christian short stories for youths include fiction stories on different themes on issues affecting Christian youths and singles.
The first time she stood before me, all the reserves of my shyness jumped out of my body and stood in front of me like an armor bearer to defend me against her intimidating beauty. Man, she was the prettiest thing I’d set my eyes on in a long time.
Perfectly formed by the Creator, she was the kind of girl I’d loved to wrap my arms around her on the couch as we watched TV in the evening. My wife, in summary. The only problem would be if she wasn’t a Christian. I was set to only date and marry another Christian.
When she said, ‘Hi’, I stammered my name instead of replying with hello.
“I’m Mary, your new neighbor’s daughter.”
“I’m Jerry,” I repeated. “That’s… um… my father’s woodwork shop.” She hadn’t asked for it. “I help there when I can.” Why tell her, anyway?
As she walked back to their apartment, I saw myself as an incurable goofball. An idiot. Even if she were a Christian, I was unworthy of her. Maxwell, my extrovert, good-looking neighbor on the other side of our house could drool over her and she would giggle at it. If I did, a spank on my jaw was inevitable.
She glanced over her shoulder at me. Must be wondering which rock this bubblehead had scrolled out from.
I returned to the shop.
Papa, with a saw in one hand and a two-by-four in another, looked up as I approached. “Do not awaken love until it so desires.”
My father, no situation was too small not to warrant a scripture quote. I was seventeen, and he’d told me more than once that until I had marriage plans—not wishes—I should wave at girls instead of shaking their hands. Old school.
For hours in the workshop, I had conversations with that girl in a red top tank and denim shorts. Seated on the large stone behind our house, she let her long wavy hair sway to the breeze, and constantly tucked a few locks behind her left ear.
For a month, I saw her every day. Mostly through the cracks in the wooden walls of Papa’s workshop. And I dated her every day too. In my mind.
Then one morning, about 10 a.m., she stood at the workshop’s door. That day she had a ponytail, pink blouse, and a black velvet skirt that stood neatly above her knees.
An electric current jolted my heart and it kicked faster. My wife had visited me at the time Papa was out in town for business transactions.
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