Then I heard Him say, “It’s time to come out of hiding.”
“Lord, I’m not hiding anymore.”
“I know, I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to her.
And in that moment, the sprinkle of tears that were gently dropping, turned to streams of rivers.
My heart was breaking, for me!
My momma heart was mourning for the little 4 year old girl who was hidden under a wagon as a play thing and not a playmate. Being exposed to things that would forever shape her life.