xt from Pastor Daniel that read: "Would you like to grab coff

, my heart racing. A c

ught about it. I wasn't doing anything wrong. And maybe, just maybe, it would be nice to have someone to

lied. "I'

d. It wasn't like I was planning anything serious. It was just coffee. But deep down,

it. I spent the entire service trying to focus, but my mind kept drifting. I watched Pastor Daniel from across the room, his deep, thoughtful expres

e, he found me a

he asked, hi

a little breathl

out Zara, how I was managing on my own. For the first time, I wasn't just giving polite answers. I told him about the sleepless nights,

ed intently. He didn't interrupt or

his chair. "You know, you're doing better than

tional, but the truth was-I was exhausted. I'd been carrying so much for so long, and to h

" I whispered, feeling vulnerab

ng. "You're more than enough. And

at made my heart race. Was this more than just a pastor o

for sure-there was something in my chest that