Paul Mallard shares from Scripture and the experience of his family
It is a warm June morning as I hurriedly comb Keziah’s hair.
Keziah is my bright and beautiful five-year-old daughter. We have to leave for school in a few minutes. Keziah sits on the stairs and I sit a little further up. I attack the tangles like an explorer carving his way through the Amazon rainforest. Suddenly, she bursts into tears. ‘Daddy, you are hurting me!’ she cries.
