But once I sat down against the wall on the floor in the back of the room, the tears started and did not stop. As I sat there in my Father’s presence, I could not figure out why I was crying.
A journey of being loved by the Father.
But once I sat down against the wall on the floor in the back of the room, the tears started and did not stop. As I sat there in my Father’s presence, I could not figure out why I was crying.
Who will hurt for the little girl that has been hurt so many times? Who will hurt for the little … More
