When she prays.

When she prays, it brings tears to my eyes. Not tears of sadness or hurt, but tears of gratefulness. Tears because I am so moved by her heart, not to ask for herself, but to cry out on behalf of others.

She prays for women to get out of prostitution with so much faith. She knows the God who can do just that. Set free. Because once she encountered that freedom.

I think this is a glimpse of what a journey of restoration looks like. Desiring that others find that same life.

She is still on a journey, but her past does not define her anymore. She is a daughter of God, and she knows it, and that is what moves me the most when she prays.