The Sunday School Teacher

<p>No! I wasn''t raised in the church. It didn''t happen until my mother fell ill and God took her away from me for no reason at all. Cancer, they say. But I needed to hear it from God, so I began talking with him every day until my friends started calling me crazy. At that point, I started removing myself from the "IN" crowd and became a loner. I left Augusta, Georgia a little over a year after I graduated from high-school and took a Greyhound bus to Atlanta. From that point, I lived in a women''s shelter and joined a pretty decent church. Then, I found my position as the Sunday school teacher. I loved working with the youths.</p><p><br></p><p>That was until I met a man. The man that my Pastor had warned me about. He knew him so well because they were brothers from the same womb. I should have turned away then. God was trying to tell me something. Instead, I fell into his powerful arms. Honestly, I didn''t see anything wrong with falling in love in church. Then, at the blink of an eye