rent was overdue, her children's school had sent another reminder, and he
year-old, walked in, hol
worry. I'll
words lingered. Protect us. Wasn't that what God had always
er at a quiet restaurant. She almost declined-her p
meal, he listened more than he spoke. He asked about her children, her dreams, her scars. And in
e breaks us to build us stronger. But I
e hadn't heard words
though something had shifted in the atmosphere. The wildernes
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