Jean was worried about her...
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Jean was worried about her friend Sarah. On the surface, Sarah seemed to have it all. This was why Jean just couldn't understand the despair she saw in Sarah's eyes day after day. Sometimes, when she couldn't bear the mystery any longer, Jean would confront Sarah, asking, "What is it?" What's wrong?" "Wrong?" Sarah would question in reply. "Why should anything be wrong?" "That's what I want to know," Jean would answer. "But I see it in your eyes, Sarah. Something is very deeply wrong." Sarah would never directly deny it; she just wouldn't answer Jean's questions. "It can't be your job," Jean suggested in one of these conversations. "You're very good at what you do, and you seem to enjoy it." Other times, when Jean would ask, Sarah's eyes would fill with tears from a sadness so deep it had no words. But still Sarah wouldn't talk about it. "What could it be?" Jean wondered. "What could cause a heart to be so broken? What could cause a pain so deep it couldn't be expressed even to a friend so close she could see the torture in your eyes?" Job? Family? Health? Finances? Jean had asked about them all -
- and unless Sarah was an excellent actress, none of them was at the root of the profound sorrow Jean saw in Sarah's eyes. "Whatever it is, God ..." Jean prayed on a daily basis for her friend. "Whatever it is, God, help her to know you are with her through its storm; that she does not walk alone." -- Fannin
- and unless Sarah was an excellent actress, none of them was at the root of the profound sorrow Jean saw in Sarah's eyes. "Whatever it is, God ..." Jean prayed on a daily basis for her friend. "Whatever it is, God, help her to know you are with her through its storm; that she does not walk alone." -- Fannin
