Burn Again

Episode 3

It’s been one hell of a week. Crusades in all the major
cities of the country with little or no time to rest. The
Lord be praised since He always gives strength to
those who do His work but truth be told, the flesh is
still weak. As much as I would love to do the work of
the Lord with all my might, body and strength, Fatigue
and tiredness will always lay claim to me at the end of
every Praise Fiesta night. This particular praise Fiesta
is remarkable in that there was more opportunity to
touch lives and win souls for the Almighty. The
auditorium was always packed full and one could see
the hand of God doing wonders in the life of people; So
many miracles and healings. What particularly gladdens
my heart was the Crusade of the night before. As
usual, the Lord showed Himself mighty during the Altar
Call, dozens of people gave their lives and embraced
Him. God be praised. Things like this always gladden
my heart and make all the attendant fatigue and
tiredness of the whole event well worth it. At least
follow-up with the new converts is still about a week to
go. I soak in the bath, trying to soak away the stress of
preaching to thousands of people for five days running.

The flesh is weak.

I am Elizabeth Rowlands, Lizzy for short, the Assistant
General Overseer of His Resurrection Power Assembly
and my husband pastor Donatus Rowlands, is the
General Overseer. We have been having a very stressful
week with the Praise Fiesta and I just can’t wait for it
to come to an end. I seriously need my rest. Like I said,
the flesh is weak.

Attending crusades and being the perfect wife and
assistance to my husband, Donatus, would not have
been such an uphill task if he was as loving in the
bedroom as he portrays himself to be with the
congregation. I believe my husband, Pastor, is playing
the field. Several times I have come across tell tale
signs of his amorous activities with even female church
members but he has always denied it when confronted.

It’s however, glaring and obvious to the discerning eye
that a lot is no longer right with my marriage. I took
measures to curb him by making sure that no lady
works close to him, all his assistants are men. I know
this doesn’t stop his philandering but at least it won’t
be with church members.

My husband no longer sleeps with me. I can’t even
remember the last time we had sx because instead of me complaining of headache, it’s my husband who now complains of headache and usually every night. It has come to the stage where I no longer make any move for us to have sx as I know he would always rebuff my
advances. There is now an invisible barrier between us
on our bed. The unspoken rule is for none of us to
trespass the others space.
My statistics are 44-34-46. My B—m are still full and
trying desperately to defy gravity, my waist still okay
and my hips fine. I look at my body in the mirror and
wonder what is wrong with me that my husband no
longer finds me attractive. I touch my pubic m—d,
softly touching myself and I feel this electric thrill
pulsate through my body. I quickly remove my hand, I
mustn’t fall into temptation. The sweet feeling lingers
and I remember the time my husband was still a s–d
and had eyes for only me. The thought of our numerous
raunchy times together brings a warm feeling to my
privates and a moistness flows through me, I clamp my
thighs together. The devil is a roaring lion seeking for
whom to devour and by God’s grace, he will not devour
me, I will not fall into temptation. But, the flesh is
weak.