I’ve been thinking about working in House of Damaris. My reflex is to think of myself as these girls’ savior, and I plan how I will help them and love them and show them Christ.
Today I got a glimpse of something else. I stepped outside of myself for one moment, which is both a profound relief and an intense discomfort. I thought about each individual woman I will meet. I thought of a young girl who will be bold and brash and powerful. I thought of another woman who will be timid, thoughtful, and scared. I thought of another who will ignore me, lost in her own world, unwilling to be helped.
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