She came in the back of the room after introductions.No one knew her name.She sat quickly not making eye contact with any but keeping a smile on her face to look like she belonged.She didn’t.Or so she thought.She glanced nervously at her shoes wondering if the polish she used to cover the wears would still match under the fluorescent lights.Close enough.The man at the front of the room appeared friendly in a comfortable kind of way.Like seeing hotdogs in an Asian food market, he was a familiar face in a foreign land.She didn’t know him, but she knew his type.She wondered about the others, but fear kept her from looking.
She pulled at the hem of her dress wishing the soft brown cotton skirt won the battle of which-to-choose.It was much longer.She let out a slow and quiet sigh so as not to bring attention to herself and tried to concentrate enough to listen.One drop of sweat made its way in a slow lazy trail down her back.She swallowed wishing for water.Her tongue felt like sandpaper.
In her stillness, she remembered the conversation again.It haunted her until she made her mind up to come here.
I'm one sassy southern Mama who loves Jesus and isn't afraid to shout it. My passions are Jesus, my husband, my kids, and chocolate. I'm a teacher turned Christian writer. Ask me why I love Jesus and be prepared to sit a spell.
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