// I wandered around the room feeling a bit like Oprah. Microphone in hand, and looking for the first volunteer to speak.
But the room was quiet, so quiet. Was anyone listening? Had I communicated clearly? “God, You need to do this.”
The mood was set, the message delivered. I knew that Holy Spirit was working deep things into the hearts and souls of these precious women.
But it was so quiet.
I felt Father say, “Shhhhh, just wait.”
So I walked. And prayed. I could hear sniffles and quiet weeping.
“Father, speak to Your girls. They need to hear what You say about them. Erase the lies. Speak truth.”
The lights were dimmed, soft music coming from the keyboard, and Holy Spirit was working.
Don’t rush. Old labels were being removed, and new identities were being spoken.
Then one hand went up. What she said was like refreshing rain to a dry ground and unlocked a wave of hope throughout the room. Read more