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At my little church in my little town, we have an on-again, off-again Sunday night Women’s Bible Study. We are a rather odd collection of souls, ranging in age from 20 to the 70+ “zone”. Some of us are die-hard pew occupants; some of us rarely darken the door because of busy schedules during the week. If I had to guess, some of us think conservatively and some of us are quite liberal. Some of us really want to chew on The Word and some of us are so tired that we just want to be bottle-fed anything spiritual. Some of us never miss a session; some of us come only intermittently at best. But, one thing is true of all of us.

We care about each other. A lot.

I now consider these women, young and old alike, my spiritual mentors. They each give me something unique. One makes me laugh when I get too serious.