Chapter Eleven
Beulah had prayed for others' health and recovery before. She’d sat in prayer groups. She’d sang in pews. She’d donated money she didn’t have to help fund medical bills for someone on death’s doorstep in an effort to buy them more time or a bit of comfort at the end.
Holding Yehfe’s hand and sitting in prayer with him, she’d felt like she’d seen the face of God. That was the only way she could describe it. It had felt like a bright, warm light of truth had washed over her while her fingers had been entwined with Yehfe’s.
She’d bared witness to the quiet strength of this gentleman who delighted in opening the minds, hearts, and spirits of children. When she’d walked in that room and saw him on his knees, it had nearly broken her. When she took his hands in hers, she felt h
