Girls: You Are Worth More Than That

Today, I was made to feel like I was back in the front seat of a Zambian bus in the middle of City Market. I felt so objectified and dirty when I was asked to find a man a white woman for him to marry among other bullet points on his grocery list of the perfect woman. I felt like an object of his stereotypical and racial views towards women. I felt such rage and disgust against men that I've never felt before as I experienced racism and feelings equivalent to being a sex slave. I am choosing not to fester in those things. That is how I feel but that is not who I am. I am the beautiful daughter of the one, true King who is worth more than gold and diamonds. I am not the prize to be won like the golden arrow I am bought with Jesus' blood. I am worth Jesus' blood. I am not an objectified prostitute. I have intrinsic value based on who made and saved me, not because of who I am or what I've done. I am as precious as the blood of the Lamb.