“Let me pray for you,” I suggested and her movements halted. “You want to—why?” “You’re stressed and clearly anxious,” I pointed out then reached for her hands. “Can I?” She hesitated for a second, but eventually slid her small, soft hands into mine. Pulling her a little closer, I said, “Close your eyes and bow your head.”
HE’S IN LOVE WITH THE LORD TOO???!?
