She was venting. That much was clear. There was one thing she said, though, that almost made me lose it.
I found myself typing furiously in response and was about to send the message. Then Wisdom popped up and asked me if that was really the thing to do.
I deleted the whole missive. God and I know what I was going to send. She doesn’t. Indeed, she ended up thanking me very much for listening without prejudice.
If only she knew …
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
