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Well, I wished I could talk more Sydnie, but I gotta rush home and get showered and dressed for this church service tonight.  I joined the new church I was telling you about two weeks ago, and they are having a prayer and testimony service tonight."
    "Oh! Well, praise on sista.  You need to pray for you a man in your life."
    "There are two reasons why I didn't curse you out right now, girl!" Karla laughed. "One, is that you're my older sister who I love dearly, and the other is that I know you didn't mean any harm."
    They giggled in unison. 
    "Talk to you soon, my love", she said.
    "Alright Karla, I'll be back on business soon, so I wont be calling a whole lot the next month, but I love ya!"
    "Me too.".
    After getting dressed in a crème colored dress, that came below her knees, brown closed toe sandals with a heel, and an olive, brown, and crème necklace and bracelet.     She was moderately attractive, standing at five nine, with a slender, yet curvy physique.  She'd cut her shoulder length permed hair in college and grew dredlocks. The auburn colored, small and well kept silky coils came to the nape of her neck.  She'd pulled them back and secured them with a brown clip.  Her choice of Earth tone colors drew attention to her cinnamon brown complexion and hazel eyes.
    The church service of prayer and testimony would be relaxing to her mind and spirit.  She decided to put her clients, the fact that her sister Sydnie was the only one who seemed to call her from her family, and the fact that she didn't have or want to be bothered by a man, aside.   She focused on how the prayer service would bless her.
    "Lord, let there be a blessing for me, this evening.  Whatever you see fit." she whispered as she started up her white Toyota Camry.  The sound of "Where do broken hearts go," by Whitney Houston was the song that blared from her speakers. 
    "Oh, what a pathetic song for such a beautiful voice, Whitney," she said as she pushed her Lalah Hathaway CD into the disc player. 
    It had always been a mystery why the seated people in a church, always turned around and looked at the person coming in.  Karla found herself forcing a big, nervous smile on her youthful face, as she walked into Serenity Church of God in Christ, and people of all walks of life, seemed to zoom in on her face.  If she had a booger in her slender nose, she was sure somebody in the church saw it.  Once seated, a young lady next to her handed her a flier with the date and time of an upcoming Youthful praise and prayer convention.
    "Thank you", she whispered to the young lady.
    "And now, we're open for testimonies", the heavyset, Caucasian woman announced. 
    It seems as if people were extremely eager to stand up and testify that night.  Karla could think of many things to be thankful for in her life, and she felt like sharing them.  After a few people, and the amen's after their speeches, she stood up and cleared her throat. 
    "First, giving thanks to the Most High, honor to the pulpit and my brothers and sisters in Christianity, I rose this evening to testify on the wonderful mercy and grace of the Lord.  I am new to this service and have been coming for the last two weeks.  I really feel comfortable here at Serenity", the Amen's started immediately.  She thought of telling the women there about her job and the services she offered, but decided against it, because the members may get the wrong idea and think she was just another person who goes to different churches and religious functions, just to gain new clients.  She decided to wait until she was a member of the church for awhile before telling them.  She continued, "  I feel his presence each and every day that I wake, and I know he is with me from the time I step outside my front door, and until I return home for the night.  I am so grateful that I am alive, healthy, and of a sound mind. I ask that you all pray for me, and call my name out in your prayers, so that I may grow