Talk about a rock tumbler! knocking off each other’s rough edges, learning to laugh and cry along the way. So the ‘Yada Yada Prayer Group’ decided to keep praying for each other via e mail, and when our personal struggles got too intense for cyberspace, we decided to meet together on Sunday nights. But something happened that weekend to make us realize we had to hang together. There was Flo, an outspoken ex drug addict Ruth, a Messianic Jew who could smother mother you to death and Yo Yo, an ex con who wasn’t even a Christian! Not to mention women from Jamaica, Honduras, South Africa practically a mini United Nations. Who would have imagined that God would make a group as mismatched as ours the closest of friends? I almost didn’t go to the Chicago Women’s Conference after all, being thrown together with five hundred strangers wasn’t exactly my ‘comfort zone.’ When I was assigned to a prayer group of twelve women at the conference, I wasn’t sure what to think. What do an ex con, a former addict, a college student, and a married mother of two have in common? Nothing, or so I thought.
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