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EQUIPPED: LIVING WITH FAITH-FILLED PERSEVERANCE EVEN UNDER PRESSURE - DAY 13

The minute the words had escaped my lips, I wished I could retrieve them. I had shared my opinion, but my sharp tone and brash demeanor had deeply wounded my friend. Her smile had melted into a frown, and her shoulders were slumped in defeat. After a few awkward moments of silence, she looked up at me and replied, “I know you meant well, but you came ac…