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you. I didn’t do anything. I only wanted help and he got angry. I don’t know why. When I mentioned the woman and kids—”
    â€œWhat woman? You told me you didn’t say anything to him. What’s the truth? What did you say about me?” Roger continued yelling in the phone.
    â€œYou told me to talk to him. I was only telling him what I saw. If he got so upset, then there must have been some truth to it. I thought of all the people, I would have your support.”
    â€œI thought I had yours. How could you do something to destroy my ministry? I thought I knew you. How could you do this to me, to us?” She heard the click of the phone as Roger hung up on her.
    She was so overwhelmed with the situation she cried herself to sleep that night. She could not believe the man she loved was taking someone else’s side in all this. He did not even listen to her. He didn’t even ask her how she was feeling. He acted as if he didn’t care about anyone but himself. This was a side of him she had not seen before.
    The following morning she was beginning to question their relationship when he did not answer her phone calls to him. She went to school, pretending everything was fine, even though there were times when she felt like crying and had to leave her classroom to go into the hallway to get herself together.
    At lunch, she stayed in her classroom with the door closed, trying to reach Roger on the phone. He still was not answering her phone calls. How could he treat her that way? He knew her better than anyone. She never would have thought he would do something like this to her.
    Sitting in her car after school she again tried to call Roger on the phone. He still did not answer her. She called his job and was told he called in sick. He never called in sick. Upset, she left him an extensive voice message and asked him to call her back.
    She started her car and tried to decide if she felt like eating. She didn’t. She drove down the street, not really paying attention to where she was going, praying for God to reveal His will in her life. Her life was going well. She had a good job, so they said. At least, she had a stable job. She had a nice apartment, a saved boyfriend, and she thought she had found the perfect church. Now, with the snap of a finger, it had all changed. She was kicked out of the church and her boyfriend was not talking to her and she did not even know why. In addition to all of that, state testing was about to begin in the school and Mr. Davis was on everybody’s case about test scores. This only added to all the stressors going on around her.
    Suddenly, she could hear her grandmother’s voice. She steered her car in the direction of her grandmother’s house. She was the only one she could talk to about anything—if only she could get through the conversation without falling apart. Her grandmother would give her the answers she needed.
    She pulled in front of the small white wood-frame mill house located near the center of the city. Her grandmother was sitting on the porch as usual, smiling, when she saw Misha’s car slowly turn into the driveway. Before she could get out of her car, the tears were flowing down her cheeks. She ran to her grandmother’s open arms.
    â€œBaby, what’s wrong?” There was concern in her grandmother’s voice as she took her hand and led her into the small house. Misha looked around the room. She felt at home in the tiny room decorated with pictures of her family. The smell of fried chicken filled the air. Misha followed her to the breakfast nook and they sat at the small table.
    â€œEverything. Everything.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands.
    â€œI just finished making some bread and peach preserves. Let me get you some. Have you had dinner? I think there is another piece of chicken in here. Let me see, where is it?” Her grandmother got up from the table and opened the cabinet and