“He left me alone”
Monday night
"Why did he have to leave? Now he left me alone" Haan said with tears welling up in her eyes. She proceeded to talk to me about her British husband who passed away last July. It sort of took me by surprise that she would open up to me so soon since this was the first time that I had met her at Rooster bar.
The night started off by meeting up by the Starbucks as usual and praying with our group of four. All of us had a feeling of discouragement, tiredness and complacency that we hadn't understood. As we sat, talked and prayed for encouragement,
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