A couple weeks ago I made a speedy trip to the Dollar Store to buy something for a Fall decor job here in the house. As I hurried down an aisle I saw this doll; I felt an urge to buy her. Why? I didn’t know. I told my family about my nudge to buy the doll; I said I didn’t know why but I’d let them know what happened. Not only am I letting them know, I am letting you know what happened and continues to happen.
I took her to bed with me and asked God why? It seemed to open a wide range of little girls who needed prayer. Those being “rented” in order to for someone to get across our Southern Border; those whose bodies are sacrificed to sex traffickers; those raised under Sharia law; those exposed to porn and forced into participating in that industry; those who have to rummage to find food in third world countries; those who think they are ugly because they don’t look like Beyonce, those who think they are loved because some guy wanted sex; those who have never known a father’s love; those who have never sung “Yes, Jesus Loves Me.”
There are likely some of you who have suffered from one of the issues mentioned above. I wish I could hold you; I wish I could introduce you to a Love like you have never known.
My child, I love you. I visualize one of you each time I hold this little doll. I say “Jesus, pour your love into some little girl tonight. Holy Spirit, you comfort some child by giving her a grandma figure in her life. And Lord Jesus, thank you for telling me to buy the doll. And for telling me why.”
What are little girls made of, made of
Why, sugar and spice and everything nice
That’s what little girls are made of.