But there’s something in His voice that she hasn’t heard in — well, she can’t remember how long. Kindness? Is that what that is?
“We were thinking,” another continues. “That maybe if we carried you to Him, He would see you and —“
His arms look normal. It’s probably just the adrenaline, he thinks. He hasn’t run in years. Maybe it’s just a weird reaction.
Her plan did not include telling her story. But oh, the power when she did!
StoryBridge: making it less weird when you see your teacher at the store.
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