Different Stories…Same Truth
“So, you mean to tell me you’re not getting any at all?” she asked with a horrified frown.
I was totally unprepared for that.
I think the look on my face must have been one of shock because she quickly added, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be crass but—”
I took a sip of water, not because I was thirsty, but I just didn’t really know what else to do. The conversation had been going great before that awkward moment.
I had met this woman about a month earlier at a small group single’s Bible study class. She was visiting from another church and we connected during the part of the session where we were broken off into smaller, more intimate groups.
Each of us completed some mandatory exercises that required interaction with no more than 4 people. We had to do things like jot down answers to specific questions on a piece of paper, then, exchange papers, and so on and so forth.
Well, she was in my “Singles Squad,” which is what our instructor called each group. After everything was over, she asked if we could stay in touch, and maybe grab lunch one day.
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