Just shy of six months from when you arrived, mom and I were there to attend your graduation. How proud we were of you (and still are)! And our first hours with you confirmed something...you were more than just healed. You were transformed!
I tend to keep my eyes ever fixed ahead. This tendency limits me from fully embracing and enjoying being right where I am. I wonder how many sweet moments I have missed because I was unable to look around me instead of ahead of me. As I am leaving one sweet season for the risky and unknown, I am trying my best to slow down, to savor, to commit, and to celebrate. It is these four things that I believe allow us to finish well so that we can begin strong.
You might be surprised to know that I didn’t know that what happened to me as a child was considered sex trafficking until I was 18. As I grew older, I came to know what happened to me to be sexual abuse, but it wasn’t until I told my counselor all the details of those circumstances that she said to me, “Rachel, I think you’ve been sex trafficked.” I was quite angry with her because I did not want to believe what she was saying was true—I believed sex trafficking happened only in third world countries, not in the United States. Not in my state. Not in my hometown. Not to me.
I’ve been through a lot of painful things: depression, suicidal thoughts, debilitating insecurity, abuse, rejection, heartbreak, and more grief than anyone my age should ever have to face. Most of my young life, I was rooted in false doctrine: I am inadequate, underserving, unseen, unloved, unworthy, and it will always be this way. Believe me, I know where you have been or may still be…I’ve been there too. I also know I would never have been healed without my faith in Jesus Christ, a little perspective shift from Donald Miller, and the unconditional love of a few good friends.