“Little girl,” Abba’s voice got little girl’s attention.
“Yes, Abba,” she answered, a little bit distracted.
“You seem concerned about something. What is it?” Abba investigated the unsettledness He could see in little girl’s countenance.
Little girl looked up into those deep dark brown gentle eyes that seemed like they held the ocean and the mountains and little girl’s past and future in them. In that moment, tears began to well up and slowly fall down her cheeks one by one by one. She realized who He was and how much bigger He was than anything else.
Abba picked her up and held her as all of her fears, concerns and difficulties that had been holding her attention slowly faded and fell away one by one by one.
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