She was a girl my age. My age, with three small
children and she was living on the streets or in a friend’s house. We connected, oh did we connect. It was like she could have been me.
Just a few bad decisions had decided her future. I could be a mom of three,
that was a shock to me. She was beautiful and kind and nervous. I tried to put
her at ease... to love her effectively, like Jesus would have… to let her into my
life and show her that I am the same as her, that I am broken too.
