As I prayed for people during the ministry time, a dear man cradling a baby girl began walking down the aisle toward me. I looked into the father’s tender eyes and could see his desperate heart’s cry. When I focused on his precious little girl, I understood his pain. With her raven black hair and her sparkling, dark eyes, the baby girl was beautiful—but when she turned the side of her face toward me, what I saw took my breath away. One side of her face was missing. I could see into her mouth, her jaw and tongue were exposed, and saliva was flowing down her dress. Oh, Lord! I gasped. What will you do?
Suddenly, I no longer saw or heard the thousands attending the meeting, but was transported out of the present into the future. I found myself standing in the little girl’s room. She was three or four years old—old enough to realize that she was disfigured—and lying across her bed with her face in a pillow, sobbing.
The scene then changed. The girl was about 10 or 11, standing