Last Saturday night: worship service at the City of Youth. One hundred and fifty or so children who call this place home fill the chapel. Throw-away kids, abandoned, exploited. They all have scars of abuse on the inside; some wear them on the outside.
And then Gleice walks forward from the back row, takes the microphone from Pastor Derli, bows her head.
“God, thank you that I am perfect in Your eyes.”
God, make her perfect in my eyes, too.
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