What do an ex-con, a former addict, a college student, and a married mother of two have in common?  Nothing, or so I thought.  Who would have imagined that God would make a group as mismatched as ours the closest of friends?  I almost didn't go to the Chicago Women's Conference - after all, being thrown together with five hundred strangers wasn't exactly my "comfort zone."  When I was assigned to a prayer group of twelve women at the conference, I wasn't sure what to think.  There was Flo, an outspoken ex-drug addict; Ruth, a Messianic Jew who could smother-mother you to death; and Yo-Yo, an ex-con who wasn't even a Christian!  Not to mention women from Jamaica, Honduras, South Africa - practically a mini-United Nations.  We certainly didn't have much in common.  But something happened that weekend to make us realize we had to hang together.  So the "Yada Yada Prayer Group" decided to keep praying for each other via e-mail, and when our personal struggles got too intense for cyberspace, we decided to meet together on Sunday nights.  Talk about a rock tumbler! - knocking off each other's rough edges, learning to laugh and cry along the way.  But when I faced the biggest crisis of my life, God used my newfound girlfriends to help teach me - Jodi Baxter, longtime Christian "good girl" - what it means to be just a sinner saved by grace.