Diary of a Mad First Lady Read Online Free

Pastor is waiting on you in the back. Are you going to need anything before the second service begins?”
    I looked at Chanice and admired the beauty of her humbleness. She had only been at the church for six months since moving from New Orleans, but she went to endless measures to make sure I didn’t need a single thing. God must have had me in mind when he made her, because she had definitely been a God-send. However, I didn’t miss the disgusted look on Twylah’s face.
    She and Chanice had been having problems as of late, each trying to vie for my attention.
    “No, Chanice. I won’t need anything right now.” They opened the doors to the sanctuary, and the cool breeze that caressed my face was welcomed, because either the blaring sun was hotter today than usual, or the pregnancy hormones were really kicking in.
    My armor bearers and I went to our private area in the back so that I could greet my husband. When he’d left earlier that morning, I’d been so sleepy that I barely heard him leave. Now, I was fresh and in my right mind, and ready to see the man that made my heart skip a beat. Even though I knew that he was getting ready to go into the service, I had to steal a kiss from him.
    As we were walking in, he was walking out. His two armor bearers dwarfed him in size and made me and my two assistants appear as midgets.
    “Hey, darling,” I said in my most cheerful voice, and kissed him dead on the lips.
    “Hey, baby,” he said in a tone that only I knew and understood. That “hey, baby” was more than just a greeting. It was a promise for later.
    I cooed on the inside, and Chanice and Twylah didn’t miss a single moment of the passion that passed between us in a simple greeting. I turned to see their reactions, and just as I expected, their smiles were as bright as the sun.
    An open display of affection between us was customary around Mount Zion, and my husband always made sure to keep it up. When Darvin first accepted the call to pastor, certain females got a little carried away with their infatuation of the pastor, and Darvin had to set the record straight and let them know who the only lady in his life was.
    “Are you going into the office to get a bite before you come down to the service?” Darvin asked as Elder Tyrone helped him into his jacket.
    “No. I had a big breakfast before I left home, and we are fine.” I proudly rubbed my stomach. Once again, my heart warmed, but this time at the thought of bringing our baby into the world in five months.
    A couple of years ago, I thought that the Daphne saga would destroy my marriage, but God had turned things around. I was now living my life like it was golden, and savoring every sweet moment of being Mrs. Darvin L. Johnson.
    “Okay, baby, I’ll see you in service.” Darvin kissed me once again before disappearing down the corridor that led to the main sanctuary.
    I watched him float away into the harmonious sounds of the praise team, who were getting people into the mind to worship. I strode into the office, took a quick glance into the mirror, and just to make sure that my makeup was still as flawless as it was when I left home, I applied another smooth layer of the M A C Studio Fix powder and a fresh coat of Spring Bean lip gloss. After deciding that I was satisfied with my appearance, we went out of the office in the same direction that Darvin had gone just minutes earlier.
    I entered the sanctuary to find that we were yet again at seating capacity. As I took my seat next to my husband, I surveyed the audience and noticed that some people were standing with their hands raised, and others just simply bowed their heads as tears flowed from their eyes. The feeling of thanksgiving exuded from the churchgoers, and once again, I felt a peace come over me. I, too, worshipped God in my own way, and concluded that all was truly well with my soul.
    As the praise team brought their last song to a close, the crowd was in an uproar, sending praises up to God.