Last night Jean and I met her.
She's three years old.
And if all goes well she will become our adopted great niece.
Her mother recently punished her by holding her hands in boiling water for 30 seconds. I have to fight down the bile even as I write this. The mother is now in prison, but lovely little Valentina (born on Valentine's Day just like I was) will bear pain and scars the rest of her life.
On other occasions the mother would put her and her three siblings, one at a time, in the clothes dryer and turn it on.
Valentina is now in the Godly home of our niece and nephew. She sings happy songs about Jesus and asks her new family to pray for her mommie.
Would you join us all in praying for Valentina--and her mother? And her siblings?
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