Like melted fake Velveeta cheese, her words stuck to my soul and no amount of SOS or scraping seemed to get them to leave. My frustration was mounting. So, I did the only thing that I knew to do and I’ve sat with them, asking my Creator for truth; resolution; and a plan. She was from one church and I was from another and there were unbelieving observers. Both of our end goals were the same, so I wasn’t sure what the “issue” really was. I chatted some more with God. His final answer was, “Don’t be zits on my face!” Now that may seem odd or even funny to some of you, but truly it stopped me short.