On the way to drop off Gabriella this morning, when I turned the car on the radio also turned on to a bbc report of a woman making remarkable steps towards the redemption of her neighborhood, somewhere in Africa, after years of war and rape. It was a beautiful story but a bit dark for my 6 yr old so I turned it off quickly. Still moved by the story and wanting to bring some healthy closure to what she had heard I said, “Gabri, our country is fighting right now but it’s fighting with words. In some countries they fight with guns.” ”Where dad?” Gabri asked. ”In a lot of the world actually. Some places in Africa and Asia as well.” Gabri, then, full of the Holy Spirit, said, “Dad, if I were ever to go to Africa and people would come at me with guns I would tell them ‘You might come at me with guns but I come in the name of the Lord my God.’ just like Dave and the giant pickle (veggietales reference of the Bible story of David vs Goliath)” ”Gabri,” I said, “I think that is the heart of Jesus. I think that’s exactly what Jesus would say.” Then Gabri, more confident than I think she is, says, “Yes dad. I think that’s just right.” Dear God - Protect her heart and keep her moving in your direction - and if/when you bring her to Africa, or Camden, or San Antonio and if/when she faces the people with guns, floor them with your Holy Spirit, heal them of the years of war in which they have been raised and put your heart in them - and keep my(your) daughter safe in your arms.