I happened upon her four years ago on a certain mountain trail in Nepal.
I never said a word to her and never will. Nevertheless, she has significantly shaped
my life. Her unwavering gaze pierces my comfort-coated mindset. The God I serve
loves that little girl, so much that He traded His life for hers. But she will never
know because no one has told her. I fatefully forget in my comfort that my God
loves beyond imagination.
He died for a poor little girl in Nepal. Who will tell her?
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