
Proverbs 3:3-6
I prayed these words over Aila even as a newborn--I'd just speak them over and over. She doesn't get it. Doesn't matter. I'll keep speaking because I know they'll echo in her little heart. His truth has a way of reverberating in our souls for days, weeks, months, and years, and I just can't wait to see her life unfold--a life that bears fruit of the truth we're trying to sow in her heart now.


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