Late one April afternoon in 1945 a little girl was playing near the creek that ran down past the home where she lived with her family: her mum and dad, four sisters and two brothers; all older than herself. It was a forbidden place to play;
My Father has been sharing His heart with me. I find more and more that He wants openness and good hearted sharing, for He loves strong gentle openness in relationships (not obligations or rules). He...