Did I mention that we pray before every group? And without fail, every single time, something powerful happens. It feels like some supernatural voodoo. Except it’s not- it’s the Holy Spirit. We went into group with pieces of our minds floating away when we tried to snatch at them. We were both scatter-brained, distracted, and hurting from personal stories that were weighing heavily on our minds. So, we prayed. And a miracle in the form of uncanny focus, discernment, and fruitful conversation happened. The story telling was at a minimum, and the girls rallied around the talking points, eager to dig into week three’s topic- which was learning the dynamics of a healthy relationship.