She cowered in the darkness of the closet just as she had done on numerous occasions in the past. Her dark brown eyes reflected distrust and uncertainty. As I reached to stroke the curly, auburn hair that clung to her tear-streaked face, she recoiled as if expecting a blow. Softly, I began singing, “Jesus loves you, this I know….”
God had prepared my heart for that moment since childhood.
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