My heart sank as tears welled in my eyes. My lips quivered uncontrollably. I knew that God had spoken to my young daughter in her dream in an attempt to reach me. He was not trying to frighten my daughter or cause her to feel abandoned. He was trying to reach me. The Lord is so wise that He knew that if I could not live for myself, I would fight to live for her. No one else could love her as much as I do, I thought. I am her mother, and my daughter has a destiny in God to fulfill. I am the privileged one the Lord chose to birth her and rear her. A desire to fight for life arose within me.
