Truth.

Carrie is a woman I met yesterday at the rock wall by the ocean. 4 of us were sitting down, and Carrie and her friend John walked up to us. They were older, they were friendly, they were drunk. At 3 in the afternoon.

The guys talked to John while Shawna and I talked to Carrie. We both instantly saw the desperate desire for love in her eyes. The cracks in her heart. She was in so much need of healthy attention, healthy love, a friend, a shoulder to cry on, truth. As she told parts of her story to us, my heart cracked. The more she talked, the wider the crack got. The more she shared, the louder my prayers were in my soul. Here sat a woman who had no idea who she was. She was lost. Her relationship with her family is broken, she hasn't been sober in 10 years, and she was thirsty for something real. Something that will last.

She bared a bit of her soul to us, a bit of the innocent and broken child of God that has been buried by alcohol and drugs. As she spoke, she played with my bracelets, rested her head on Shawna's shoulder. We offered to pray for her and she took it up. Only a few words were spoken before tears rolled down her cheeks. She was so in need of this love. So in need to hear that she was worth something. That she was loved. She was not forgotten. Her cries were heard.

Carrie represents so many lost people of our culture. These children of God are broken, beaten, filled with lies, mistreated. And all they want is a true relationship. What would the world looked like if these children heard what was true? What their real Father thinks of them?

According to Carrie, she is a drunk. Worthless. Dumb. Sick. This is what she has been told. This is what she believes.

According to Jesus, Carrie is beautiful. Worth it. Precious. A Daughter. This is truth.

The battle to share the truth is on.