I had a vision of a little girl and she was crying out loud. “Daddy, it hurts so bad. It really hurts.” Her leg was bleeding, she just had a bad fall. And the father replied, “I want you to be brave okay?” She nodded and cried because the pain was stinging badly. He took out the antiseptic spray and she cringed, holding tightly on her father’s shirt. “I want you to be brave okay?” He sprayed it and she wailed out in pain, it stung so badly. He blew on the wound as she clung on to his shirt tightly. He whispered, “you brave girl. Now this wound will heal faster. And the most painful part is now over.” She didn’t understand it but she trusted in her father’s words. He never let her down before and despite the pain, she knew she was in a safe place.