Follow Me

The sermon was over before she knew it and Sara was standing in the back of the church, her eyes on her cell phone. She was expecting several people to talk to her, so she kept her ears open for her name. She glanced up every now and then, waiting for her friends to come over.
I know you've been feeling down, hon. The text message from her mother beeped through and she read it silently. You know I worry about you.