Word of Comfort

Breanna Meyer: Wait! Sir, you forgot your book. David Clark: I didn't forget. It's a gift, for you... and the baby in your belly. Thank you for sharing your food with an old bum like me. Breanna: *Smiling* You're very welcome, but there's no need to do this. Besides, I can't read whatever language that book is written in. David: That doesn't matter. Just pick it up and flip through the pages whenever you feel tired, or lonely. It'll give you strength—courage to carry on. David: The loss of your husband must have been difficult, Breanna. Rest assured, your child will grow up safe and strong, like a banyan tree. Breanna: ... How did you know? David: There are some mysterious and mighty beings in this world. They told me of your sorrow, and they asked me to come... and talk to you.