My first go at writing “Lex,” I wanted a cause to fight for so much more than I wanted to tell a story to tell. I wrote a book about human trafficking, not because I knew much about it, but because I knew a lot of people were talking about it (thanks to Kony and Christine Caine and Taken 1, 2, AND 3). I wanted to join the fight. But in my pursuit to be great, I failed to do any good. What I lacked in skill, I made up for in shock. I wrote about depravity I had yet to understand.
This second time around, I wanted to write it close to the heart and began by acknowledging what I don’t know. I don’t know what it’s like to be trafficked. I don’t know what it’s like to be a martyr. But I know what it’s like to want to be loved. I know what it’s like to smother parts of myself because I wanted to be wanted. And I know what it’s like to be swept up by grace, to be given a purpose and a peace that surpasses all understanding.
If you read the original, you’re so kind. I tried again, and I can’t wait to share it with you. ❤️