That was my first times hearing Sarah pray a warrior’s prayer. She took the latest news of the attack against our building personally. Her passion had turned into fire and her boldness into unyielding determination, was it the power in my kiss, or did our Lord empower her with …show more content…
Whatever she had up her sleeve was good, because she smiled and her spirit filled the whole room during and after her prayer. As we walked to our destination, Sarah was singing to herself, and seemed to be mentally removed from the present, looking as pretty as ever in her red cap, and her red and white t-shirt with a white skirt that went past her knees with red socks and white tennis shoes, laced with red and white strips. She said she wanted to remind everyone of Christ white Rob of Righteousness and his Holy Blood of Redemption. It was a clear warm summer evening; children were playing jumping rope on the side walk. Sarah jumped in with a little girl for a round. Then we continued on our journey. One group went towards the North, one group went towards the South, one group went towards the East and the other group went towards the West of town. We stopped a few blocks down from the pawn shop, and beside the pawn shop was a liquor store, a gas station, a fast food place was a one