We had to attend a stroke education meeting. As I looked around the room feeling very uncomfortable I tried to pretend I did not belong there. Just then I heard the voice of another woman pierce the quiet conversation of the teacher. “Excuse me. I have some questions. Who sent me here? I don’t belong here. I did not sign up for this.” Oh beloved can you relate? When we sign up for this life of faith it looks pretty easy. After all we aren’t being burned at the stake nor are we being hung on …