The cry of His heart . . .
Oh, I lifted my voice and prayed even louder. I was thankful about many more things, that the issues that brought me before my Father in the first place began to pale in comparison to the ones I was now grateful for.
If anyone must change who God has made them just to gain your love, respect, acceptance or even your acknowledgement of their humanity, then you have become the wrong crowd to hang around.
. . . and to think I would have missed such a moment of mind-blowing transformation if I had not stopped to take a peek that evening.