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A Cold Drink: Stopping for the One

As I drove past the gas station in a nearby small town, I saw a young woman sitting on a parking bumper. She was Black. No sooner had I seen her, than I sensed Holy Spirit directing me to turnaround.

Finding The Ponies

I want to be known as the girl who faced the ugly in life with a smile. The kind of girl who thrived and walked in freedom.