Three weeks ago, out of nowhere, our outgoing six-year-old daughter clings to me and refuses to go to Sunday School.  I’m baffled.  She loves her teachers, the lessons, her friends, the songs, the crafts.  We sit quietly together during the service and draw pictures to each other.  I wonder what could be wrong. Later that night, she sits close on her pink bed spread and tells me the ‘why’. “I can’t write words, Mama,” she wells up instantly.  “All the other kids can write words except me.  I want to know how to read too…”  Her lip quivers and I sit silent, heart broken. Oh, baby girl.  My sweet, sensitive, soul-girl.  Artistic, expressive,…