I’m not sure how many people attended, but I’m sure there were a few hundred. And what struck me the most as that I was sitting there with them … I was included, invited in. Not by any organization, but by a God who called me to this work.
A girl born in a place called Weed—a not-much-there town, born to a single mom.
A young woman who made all the wrong choices, except one … to give her mess-ups to God at 17-years-old and trust He could do something better with her life.