God was convicting me to forgive him. Right there. Right then. I was so conflicted and tormented. I was a heart divided. I was once again in the middle of where love and hate collided... We need to nurture the lost, the hurting, the messy, the escapees, the hard, the runners, the dejected, the used and the abused, the used up, the forgotten, the never-loved, the invisible, and the nothings. We need to nurture them on the journey from outcasts to overcomers... I believe that writing this book has helped to heal my heart, and who knows; maybe you will find some healing in it too.
