She goes to visit Europe for the summer. She’s kidnapped.
Sold into slavery, hope seems gone. And it would have been…except for her father.
She sobs into his arms, “You came for me.” His reply is stunningly simple, the only words a father who loves his daughter enough to die for her could say, “I told you I would.”
My heart resonated with those words. I thought of a time I’d been bound by struggles daily draining the joy from my heart.
And then, suddenly, it was over.
Rescued.
Redeemed.
After my sheer relief began to pass, questions bubbled to the surface of my soul. Yes, I felt grateful. But I also wondered, “Why didn’t you answer my prayers? What were you doing? Where were you?”
