So there we are, getting ready for bed last night, watching a reality show about a pastor trying to rescue women out of sex trafficking (if you knew B, you'd know this is right up his alley - he's a realist married to a dreamer... what a match). During the course of the show, some women say they want to leave the life and some decide they don't or can't. And B turns to me and says "But who's helping the pimps?".
That right there, is his heart.
Would I have thought about the sick men controlling these women? No.
But he does. Because he sees them as sick as well, but heart sick, soul sick... not disgusting sick.
His words changed my perspective...
Broken is broken, regardless of how it manifests itself.
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