I See You And I’m Sorry For the Shame You’re Feeling

A letter to the girl in the back of the room -  and to anyone who's carrying shame about their past.

I don't know your name.

I saw you at the retreat, sitting near the back of the room. If I had to guess, you were somewhere in your mid-20s. Definitely one of the youngest people there. And when it was your turn to share what you'd written on your offering card, you said something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about.