About six years ago, my grandmother and I would go out for coffee once per week. I would share with her about my life and my problems, and she would share her wisdom and life experience. She would pray for me, pour into me and prepare me for the future. We had tough conversations when I was not acting right, and joyful conversations when something went well.
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