The baby growing inside her a gift meant for a later season
Her paintings set aside with her childhood
Paintbrushes laid down to take up adult responsibilities
And the heavens weep
The streets where I live are being walked by young girls pushing strollers even into the night. Their own childhoods cut short to raise children of their own. No education, no money, no hope, just brokenness. They have surrendered their dreams too willingly without understanding the cost. Their parents, the church, and the community have failed to teach them that they are made for so much more.
Mercy Me- You are beautiful, you are sacred, you are His!