Daughter. He called me daughter. As I stood at a prayer and worship night at church, arms stretched high with tears streaming down my face, I cried out to God. I opened up my heart to Him, showing Him all the hurt and anger and bitterness and heartache and resentment; I showed Him all the ugly that was within me and in that moment, He whispered the word, ‘daughter.’ Daughter. Despite my rants and rages and the ugliness that was in my heart, He did not turn away; He drew near and He drew me near to Him and called … Continue reading He calls me Daughter.