And so the girl yielded to the pain, had a good long cry, and in the stillness that followed a song was born. A lullaby, to be exact, which she sang for her daddy over the telephone (incidentally, that was the first time the girl ever called her father, "Daddy").
There would still be a long road ahead, the girl knew, but she vowed to submit to life's challenges in the hopes that she would learn a sweetness and compassion which she could use to encourage others.
"There, in those dark caves, drowned in the sorrow of his song, and in the song of his sorrow, King David very simply became the greatest hymwriter, and the greatest comforter of broken hearts this world shall ever know." - from A Tale of Three Kings, by Gene EdwardsAnd while the girl would never be a King David (not even close), she could be herself, and the best possible one at that.