A knock at my hotel room startled me. "Room service," a voice said. I hurried to let her in. “Only need fresh towels,” I said. “I’ll be fine.” She brought them in and I smiled at her. “Thank you. What’s your name?” “Rachel.” We chatted about mundane stuff. But when I told her why I had visited her city, she was open to hear about my ministry. I reached for my suitcase. “Got something for you,” I said. I put a CD in her hands. “This is for me?” she asked, her voice gasping a bit. “Sure it is,” I…

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