Where did that come from? Part 4

The sharing continues and I feel like I’m on a steam engine ascending a mountain and the fuel is the words of these women. Then the brakes were applied on my proverbial train. Did I hear that one was going to purge but got busy and is thinking of starting again? NO! I can’t let her lose her vision. I shoot my fist in the air and pump my arm and with a loud voice I tell her that we’ll help her keep that dream alive. Uh-oh, it's not my turn to talk anymore. Why can't I just zip it? Did I have too much caffeine? No, I'm just pumped up to hear these women feed on one another's desire to do radical things for their Lord and Savior and I'm SO blessed to be here with them.