I hung out with 5 girls who go to university today.
We sat in their room and I told them that they were loved and that they were special and that they were beautiful.
One girl, Bella, laid her head down on my lap and I stroked her hair. She started to cry and I asked her what was wrong. She told me she was so happy, she had never felt this loved before but someone she barely knew.
Then we both cried.
I prayed over them before I left and I am trusting that those words would not return empty but would prosper and that they would know of the Lord's love for them.