Serial novel JESUSLAND, Chapter 8.

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8. SOMETHING UNPREDICTABLE.

Eve looked in the mirror and smiled at her resolve about meeting men again. She was going to smile at them, laugh at their jokes, and watch their confidence about possessing her rise to the surface.

I should do something else, she thought, something physical and unpredictable, to mark this day. I should celebrate this occasion with something besides seeing Rachel for my birthday dinner. Something personal and out of the ordinary. Something to launch myself forward into the new game with my flag flying, to add will and optimism to my purpose.

Heavens. A thought uncurled itself inside her, like a butterfly waking from a chrysalis. My oh my, was this something the Lord would countenance? Why not? Didn’t He create this body? Didn’t He take joy in His creation?

Eve slipped her bra off the towel rack, lifted it high over her head, and dropped it ceremoniously on the bathroom floor. Excellent. Here was the physical act that would mark her thirty-fifth birthday along with her profile on ForTheLoveOfChrist.com. Her eccentricity for the day: a small yelp of resistance into the urban ease of her life.

At the age of thirty-five, for the first time in her life, she wouldn’t wear a bra. Read on here.