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SummaryI was standing with my son on our balcony overlooking the ocean, confusedββWhat am I doing here in Guinea?β he laughed, reminding me we moved here in 2017. But I felt in my spirit it was time to leave. Though we had nothingβno home, no moneyβI returned the house papers and even the rings, refusing to complete the pagan sacrifice that once claimed my husbandβs life. My uncles pressured us to finish the ritual, even placing rings in a goatβs mouth and chanting in a language so deep my son didnβt understand itβbut I heard Godβs voice: βNever.β With trembling hands, I walked away, trusting that true promises come from the one true God. πππΆββοΈ
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