“In a land where eight of every ten girls and women suffer at the hands of darkness that looks like father or uncle or friend, hope shatters like crystal. History books tell stories of child brides and babies sold in desperation to ravenous families in other countries. And yet, at the base of the hill, I stand and listen as the song rises above me.”
This story is one I carry with me like treasure. It’s a story of hope. It’s a story of women rising strong. It’s a story of healing. Thank you to The Mudroom for giving place to the words and the song – yes, there really is a beautiful song of restoration.
Please journey there to read the full story and listen. Then let me know about the areas of your life that are crying out, “Arrebato!”